Blasé - Katt

Bukka bukka blow', shut the fuck up now

Run up in my house?

That’s a fucking joke boy, try and air me out (Yuh)

Silver on my neck, silver on my fucking wrist

Yo we back in full effect, so we slam that shit

I’ve learned nothing from living except to live like a villain

That dick is dastardly feeling, my dick be nasty and willing

I want that west coast Volvo covered in some rose gold

That shit be my centerfold, we gonna slam that shit

Holy fuck, you test me

You? You test my patience

Send your shots, I’m waiting

I’m waiting, bitch I’m waiting still

Fuck the money, give me meals

Fuck the cup, give me the fifth

Take a sip, while I slam that shit, go

How you feeling it? My dick goes in where the shit fit

That mouth looks nice, let me fucking hit

Your mouth stained white, don’t spit

Yeah I’m tired of all that lip-flap that chit-chat that convo

Just kneel here, put your head back while I slam that shit

Yadda yadda yadda yadda

Blasé blasé blah

Truth be told I ain’t fucking with y’all

Yadda yadda yadda yadda

Blasé blasé blah

Truth be told I ain’t fucking with

Bukka bukka blow', shut the fuck up now

Run up in my house?

That’s a fucking joke boy try and air me out (Yuh)

Silver on my neck, silver on my fucking wrist

Yo we back in full effect, so we slam that shit

Come and fucking square up then

I don’t fuck with all you bitches

I got my crew around me and we known to hit them switches

I been stuck in my bag, who the fuck do you think I am

Punch-drunk fucker with my dick up in my hand

Yadda, yadda, yadda, all you talk is that bullshit

Truth is, you fucking lames

It is just what it is

So sit the fuck down

I ain’t here to make friends, no

Get a fucking grip while I slam that shit, go

Yadda yadda yadda yadda

Blasé blasé blah

Truth be told I ain’t fucking with y’all

Yadda yadda yadda yadda

Blasé blasé blah

Truth be told I ain’t fucking with