Cancion : Blaaow
Artista : Young Wicked
Album : The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-blaaow-de-young-wicked


[Intro]
The monster, the man they call mad
Is turned loose and is driving terror in the hearts of men
[Verse 1: Young Wicked]
I give a fuck about you weak ass, dirt cheap ass
Not one of you motherfuckers could ever see me ass
If this was the first fight then I'm Nate Diaz
If not that, then I'm Connor in the rematch
I got your woman complaining about her knee caps
You cock sucking fucking d-bags
You ugly on the inside, disguise as something sweet ass
You make the Garcia in me show up to fucking beat ass
Nobody can match the hustle the fucking 3-0-3 has
Jedi Mind Tricks like my name was Vinnie P-az, I be that
Young wicked better believe that
I started from the bottom never be back
Year of the sword and we got fourteen releases
Y'all don't even [?] but some of y'all needs Jesus
I got mini mac 11 and do whatever he pleases
Man appease but I cut them to pieces, live-r than Regis
Higher than venus, I got a fly trap
Motherfuckers swelling up, give em an ice pack
I'm pulling up in the Range Rover, me and the chainsmoker
G-Mo got the cannon like Ganon it's game over
I'm in the boss mode, speaking for the lost souls
Get in my cross hair send you to the crossroad
I'm Mike Myers to these Rob Lowes
This ain't Wayne's world but I party on bro
[Hook: Young Wicked]
Bomb's go blaaow
Wicked underground tell me if you feel
If it's dope then I'ma deal it
I was born to be a killa and my people staying down
(Everytime I come around tho you can hear)
X2
[Verse 2: Monoxide]
You've come to the dark side of the sun
The Honey Badger and the Prodigal one
Call us the axe, knife and the gun
All of the clock ticking, the plot thicken
And what is done I'm not giving a fuck about you
Or anyone who's against me or they empty to any
I'm a verbal assassin and I'm hurtful when spazzin'
On the couch you tempt me I'ma soak 'em in gas and
Light 'em up with a match and let them beg for mercy
I don't give a fuck what you heard
Let's see who listens when we murder all the sheep in the herd
And who's dissing when we join
To spit in every word that's so hard
Hitting 'em certain [?] bars risen
Reason only winning ninja who bombs city
Emerged from the God giving another chance to survive in it
Bitch I don't need to claim no game
I'm a motherfucking ninja, that's what I say
I don't need to fuck with you or the bitch you bring
Cause a motherfucking ninja don't play
I'm here to make the blood rain from the sky
Everytime I step in the booth I can't lie
We'll be yelling at the top of our lungs "we don't die"
We was talking about us, not yours so bitch bye
I'm a walking middle finger you can see it in my eye
And getting high is the only reason having you alive
[Hook: Young Wicked]
Bomb's go blaaow
Wicked underground tell me if you feel
If it's dope then I'ma deal it
I was born to be a killa and my people staying down
(Everytime I come around tho you can hear)
X2
[Verse 3: G-Mo Skee]
Ay yo Young Wicked I got pads for the hoes knees
She can keep sucking dick and charging the bro's fees
We can take the money and use the proceeds
To make it rain on these broke rappers with no cheese
Faggot,bloodbath when I slaughter the whole team
You would think a motherfucking horse had a nosebleed
(Filth!) Roll weed while I compose these dope schemes
Release a virus when I'm rhyming, nigga don't breathe
They try to pull competitive maneuvers
Now they in the torture rack but they ain't wrestling with Luger
Executive producers getting thrown to the grave
Engineer's dead and your studio is in flames
Bitch I'm growing insane when I drop tabs of acid
You suffocated when you got wrapped in plastic
Come to your wake,swanton bomb the casket
Open up a can of ass whip on your grand kids
Fuck a rap list if I ain't in your top ten
You're must not be listening to real hip-hop then
I'm going crazy with the ball pen
Look at what my song's did
They all getting under your skin (pussies)
Now who you know with more of a raw flow
Put 'em in the ground, turn that nigga in the compost
You can eat shit and die slow
Bitch you finna get the wombo combo when the bomb's go blaow
[Hook: Young Wicked]
Bomb's go blaaow
Wicked underground tell me if you feel
If it's dope then I'ma deal it
I was born to be a killa and my people staying down
(Everytime I come around tho you can hear)
X2


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