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Blingin'!

 

Blingin'!


Ayo, Ran, turn that up

When I heard my nigga died, man, I thought I was dreaming
So my niggas still leaning
I ain't on pills it feel good to not be fiending
And I feel my Glock street sweeping
I ain't on pills it feel good to not be fiending
Them ain't real diamonds they not bling, blinging
Me and thirty on that block, bling, blinging

BB Simon on my waist, I'm bling, blinging
Bling, blinging
Be fiending
And I feel my Glock street sweeping
And I feel my Glock street sweeping
Momma called the cops 'cause I keep leaving
Momma called the cops 'cause I keep leaving
(Momma called the cops 'cause I keep leaving)

When I heard my nigga died, man, I thought I was dreaming
So my niggas still leaning
I ain't on pills it feel good to not be fiending
And I feel my Glock street sweeping
I ain't on pills it feel good to not be fiending
Them ain't real diamonds they not bling, blinging
Me and thirty on that block, bling, blinging

Aye, I ain't even gon' cap
You got to you got to cherish some time that you got with your people, you know?
People be here today, gone tomorrow, type shit
You will be sick man, like, missing the fuck out of them
Reminiscing and shit, wishing that you got that chance to like
"I love you and I miss you bro"

When I heard my brother died I couldn't believe it
For a second I just stopped breathing
That's why to this day we spin they block and we gon' keep sweeping
Fuck all the opps, they gon' just keep bleeding (Boom, boom, boom)
That's why to this day we spin they block and we gon' keep sweeping
Fuck all the opps, they gon' just keep bleeding
Momma kick me out 'cause I (keep scheming)
Momma kick me out 'cause I (keep scheming)
But I'm up now
I got money, bitch, so I don't give a fuck now
I was homeless, bitches, they ain't wanna fuck now
Shawty is Lorenzo, hopping out of Bentley trucks now
Now she wanna fuck now (Now she wanna fuck now)

And I feel my Glock
Sweeping, sweeping, sweeping, sweeping
Sweeping, sweeping
Me and thirty on that block
BB Simon on my waist, oh
Ohh
Oh, oh

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