Lyrics NBA YoungBoy – Blasian
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Them yeah’ yeah’s over
Mmm, yeah, uh
Slime
Bought my bitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass
I couldn’t get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with’
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin’ ’bout.30’s, yeah, yeah (Talkin’ ’bout.30’s)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)
I pop X-y’s yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah
I love that girl to death
She did some shit that I can’t let slide
She know when we slide
We be tearin’ up your set, no lie
She know that I got that shit
She want to get up with’ and hide
She not that I don’t tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow)
Hit him with that fire
Young rich nigga with’ a whole lotta critics
But I can’t be mad with’ a lotta bitches (Let’s go)
Forty-thousand back in, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, let’s go)
Everybody that talk don’t know how I’m livin’ (They don’t know)
I ain’t got no bae, I ain’t catchin’ no feelin’s (Yah)
We ain’t gotta be together for to make some millions (I know)
But outta me can’t get no commitment (That’s right)
Fenti, Gucci, Louis (And Louis)
Gucci, Balmain, Prada (And Prada)
Bitch tryna test her luck (Her what?)
Yeah, she want Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Dirt bike Supreme goggles (Go)
Sellin’ ’round booze bike rider (Huh)
Young nigga totin’ that choppa (Hrrrt)
Amiri jeans I’m stylin’ (Errrf)
Bought my bitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass
I told you leave ’cause I wasn’t ready
I couldn’t get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with’
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin’ ’bout.30’s, yeah, yeah (Talkin’ ’bout.30’s)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)
I pop X-y’s yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah
Three or at times I gave her two
I had five I was gon’ take
Yah-yah, what I do to you?
What the fuck is it gon’ take?
Percocet’s and off that drink
I might learn another language
Took a Xan, now I can’t think
And I’m not knowin’ where my main one
Bought my ex from the bottom
Shawty tweakin’, she don’t know what she tryin’
To keep it real, she don’t know where she ridin’
Society where them people be dyin’
I’m in the nawf where my life on the line
I’m with’ my niggas, everybody got iron
Blasian, no, honey you fine
We not together and she not even tryin’
I made her a slime (Slatt)
Bought my nitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass
I told you leave ’cause I wasn’t ready
I couldn’t get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with’
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin’ ’bout.30’s, yeah, yeah (Talkin’ ’bout.30’s)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off Codeine)
I pop X-y’s yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah