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Yung Bans – Blah Blah Blah Lyrics

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Ooh, ayy

Niggas be talkin that bullshit, talkin that blah-blah-blah, huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, Im just sippin Wock, huh
Yeah, young nigga been runnin them laps, young nigga been on the clock, uh
Pussy nigga tryin me, he must wanna meet God
And these niggas been goin out bad Yeah
These niggas been goin out sad Yeah
Take a nigga out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this shit aint free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I wont freeze up

Huh, and thats it, huh, ayy, yeah
Brand new chopper got kick
Lil nigga, you try me, swear you get killed, huh
Ayy, yeah, thats it, huh, yeah, ayy
Nigga cross the gang, on my mama, he get dipped, hmm
Yeah, and thats that And thats that, ayy
Drive the Rari all black, draw down, you aint gettin shit back
We some snakes, nigga, you a rat
Strapped up, nigga, I cant lack
Knock her down, make her lick my sack
Birkin bag, she hold my strap

Ayy, niggas be talkin that bullshit, talkin that blah-blah-blah, huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, Im just sippin Wock, huh
Yeah, young nigga been runnin them laps, young nigga been on the clock, uh
Pussy nigga tryin me, he must wanna meet God
And these niggas been goin out bad Yeah
These niggas been goin out sad Yeah
Take a nigga out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this shit aint free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I wont freeze up Ayy, lets go

Stripes on me like Adidas, Im sipping codeine, pour an eight in a liter
They gave that shit life, got a young nigga grieving
These diamonds from Elliot wet and they freezing
Told my lawyer I aint going, might as well give me the chair, yeah, yeah
Moncler, hmm, bitch, we out of here, yeah Ayy
Niggas be talking that bullshit, might as well save your breath Blah-blah-blah
Send them young niggas where you stay, leave that shit a mess, ayy
Cross the gang, get you whacked, hmm
Go to war, Armageddon
Send them real killers, gon slide on you
Might knock you off in a jet

Ayy, niggas be talkin that bullshit, talkin that blah-blah-blah, huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, Im just sippin Wock, huh
Yeah, young nigga been runnin them laps, young nigga been on the clock, uh
Pussy nigga tryin me, he must wanna meet God
And these niggas been goin out bad Yeah
These niggas been goin out sad Yeah
Take a nigga out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this shit aint free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I wont freeze up

Hahaha, ayy
Punch in on the clock, young nigga gotta get this shit locked
Young nigga, know how I rock
Push up, we gon drop him off
Sippin syrup, I aint got no cough

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