Blanco Skywalkin Songtext
von KB Blanco
Blanco Skywalkin Songtext
Fuck what you saying
Fuck what she saying
(We blanco skywakin nigga)
Fuck what they saying nigga
Yeah we booling up in Bali yeah you know the vibes (Yeah we booling)
Early morning counting breesh in these gucci slides
Long live all my niggas hate yall had to die
Damn that shit hurt me deep it made a gangsta cry
We popping bottles with them models rolling up that thrax (We smoking loud)
Bummin up from the bottom with my nigga blacks (My fucking nigga)
Fuck macy′s nigga we gon fuck it up in saks (No bap)
Spend a band guarantee we gon make it back
I just wanna reach the top boy I gotta feel it
Fake niggas, fake bitches lord gon reveal it (Thank the Lord)
You could see all the hate in that lil boy eyes
You could tell that she a flake way she tell ha lies (She a flake)
I ain't neva been a snake I put that on the guys (On my niggas)
I love my bruddas yeah bruddas got them blood ties (My blood bruddas)
Thru all that pain and them struggles man what a prize (What a prize)
Man I seen so much shit it got me traumatized (I′m fucked up)
Huh fuck what you saying nigga (Huh)
Coulda wifed that bitch but I heard she gotta mans nigga (Huh)
Living all my dreams cause I really gotta plan nigga (Huh)
This a wild adventure boy I'm feeling like tarzan nigga
Huh fuck what they saying
Just because I'm smiling fuck nigga don′t mean im playing
If you really real show me that you really staying (Gotta show me)
Coming from the struggle all you need is pots and pans
Huh
Im with the fuckin gang
We gon make it rain
Poppin champagne
Boolin with my niggas
Yeah they brazy insane
Boolin in the private jets
Fuck it get a plane (Fuck it get a plane)
Yeah we booling up in Bali yeah you know the vibes (Yeah we booling)
Early morning counting breesh in these Gucci slides (Big breesh)
Long live all my niggas hate yall had to die
Damn that shit hurt me deep it made a gangsta cry (Damn)
We popping bottles with them models rolling up that thrax (We smoking loud)
Bummin up from the bottom with my nigga blacks (My fucking nigga)
Fuck Macy′s nigga we gon fuck it up in saks
Spend a band guarantee we gon make it back
We gon make it make it back
Spend a band guarantee we gon make it back
We gon make it make it back
Spend a band guarantee we gon make it back
Fuck what she saying
(We blanco skywakin nigga)
Fuck what they saying nigga
Yeah we booling up in Bali yeah you know the vibes (Yeah we booling)
Early morning counting breesh in these gucci slides
Long live all my niggas hate yall had to die
Damn that shit hurt me deep it made a gangsta cry
We popping bottles with them models rolling up that thrax (We smoking loud)
Bummin up from the bottom with my nigga blacks (My fucking nigga)
Fuck macy′s nigga we gon fuck it up in saks (No bap)
Spend a band guarantee we gon make it back
I just wanna reach the top boy I gotta feel it
Fake niggas, fake bitches lord gon reveal it (Thank the Lord)
You could see all the hate in that lil boy eyes
You could tell that she a flake way she tell ha lies (She a flake)
I ain't neva been a snake I put that on the guys (On my niggas)
I love my bruddas yeah bruddas got them blood ties (My blood bruddas)
Thru all that pain and them struggles man what a prize (What a prize)
Man I seen so much shit it got me traumatized (I′m fucked up)
Huh fuck what you saying nigga (Huh)
Coulda wifed that bitch but I heard she gotta mans nigga (Huh)
Living all my dreams cause I really gotta plan nigga (Huh)
This a wild adventure boy I'm feeling like tarzan nigga
Huh fuck what they saying
Just because I'm smiling fuck nigga don′t mean im playing
If you really real show me that you really staying (Gotta show me)
Coming from the struggle all you need is pots and pans
Huh
Im with the fuckin gang
We gon make it rain
Poppin champagne
Boolin with my niggas
Yeah they brazy insane
Boolin in the private jets
Fuck it get a plane (Fuck it get a plane)
Yeah we booling up in Bali yeah you know the vibes (Yeah we booling)
Early morning counting breesh in these Gucci slides (Big breesh)
Long live all my niggas hate yall had to die
Damn that shit hurt me deep it made a gangsta cry (Damn)
We popping bottles with them models rolling up that thrax (We smoking loud)
Bummin up from the bottom with my nigga blacks (My fucking nigga)
Fuck Macy′s nigga we gon fuck it up in saks
Spend a band guarantee we gon make it back
We gon make it make it back
Spend a band guarantee we gon make it back
We gon make it make it back
Spend a band guarantee we gon make it back
Writer(s): Kamiyah Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
