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Represent Ya

[Intro]
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Lyrics

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There go a lay out 
With a 30 rounder shtick

Verse 1

Oh you like that 
You wanna bite back
I'm so frosty 
Call me snow man
Rocking every show 
On the road 
Causing avalanche
Bang my line 
If you got it 
With the thang thang
Everyday gotta hustle
Make my ends meet
Give a fuck, what they say 
Im Blazzphemy
Heard they was talking 
But what a tragedy 
Hottest in the scene
Rollin' wit-a-beam
Big bank roll
Heavy hitting flow
Looking back she already know
Hit it once
Gotta get that 
Second dose
bless her 
Like the pope
Calls from my phone
Come 
In Silent 
No ringtone
Step in the yard, and we all flexin'
Packed out the pod, hope you learned your lesson
Cant play with ya nose 
Trynaa deal 
Ring around the rose
From the bottom 
To the top
We arose 
Yuh


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Run it up x2
Yeah 
There go a lay out 
With a 30 rounder shtick


Verse 2

So damn loud got my ears ringin'
Took a couple shots 
Now it got em leaning 
Left, right, left
Ouu, got that mighty step
Bat it so hard
Look up 
See where it went
Love My Life
You know what it do
That loka chick right there
That is my boo
Ms knock-a-bitch to the floor 
Its getting cold
Shoulda never tried it 
Its getting cold
Heavy hits to da dome



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Wait
Run it up x2
Yeah 
There go a lay out 
With a 30 rounder shtick

Blazzphemy - Run It Up [prod.WILLAMSPROJECT360]

We Get The Fucking Call Me When You Wanna Fuck

Produced By: FLAGMAN

Lyrics:

Big bands
Big poise
Big straps
Big toys
Big numbers
Big plays
Everything big from the stones in the chain
Everything cold like the snow that she take
Money stay old but it grow in the bank
Stay 'bout the code but they turn round and snake
Heart turning cold 'cause they all turning fake
I got the paper, dinero, i ball like Banchero, i shoot and they turn into magic
Nobody pointing an arrow, i had to go feral and work so that nobody passing
All of these rappers Will Farrell, they acting
They turnin' scarecrow when we start to blast it
I'm throwing barrels, i feel like a beast
They fighting, but ain't no one fighting like me

They not my degree 'cause boy, i'm a master
Tory Lanez bullets, you turn to a dancer
Gorilla the clip, this bitch a banana
It leave you looking like strawberry, strawberry
I tell an opp to watch that boy's manners
Run from the cops, can't be in a slammer
We get a drop, we slidin' wit hammers
We leave you looking like strawberry fanta, leakin'
All of these bitches be tweaking
Thinking i'll slide for the weekend, geekin'
All of this smoke got me tweakin'
All white like the pope
Boy, these diamonds be sinking, titanic
Bitch, i'm a money fanatic
Bands up on bands, get 'em wrapped in elastic, rubber
I burn that shit in the hummer
Bitch, i'm the shit and they know by the numbers

Big bands
Big poise
Big straps
Big toys
Big numbers
Big plays
Everything big from the stones in the chain
Everything cold like the snow that she take
Money stay old but it grow in the bank
Stay 'bout the code but they turn round and snake
Heart turning cold 'cause they all turning fake
I got the paper, dinero, i ball like Banchero, i shoot and they turn into magic
Nobody pointing an arrow, i had to go feral and work so that nobody passing
All of these rappers Will Farrell, they acting
They turnin' scarecrow when we start to blast it
I'm throwing barrels, i feel like a beast
They fighting, but ain't no one fighting like me

Not fighting like me
They fighting a beast
I'm off of that herbo and boy, i'm a G
I'm moving like shwervo
The foreign ain't leased
Exotic, it's purple, it flew overseas
Boy, i'm a king, i need me a crown
Fuck with the team, we gon' blow ya ass down
I need a ring 'cause bitch, i'm a champ
They start to know that i'm gon' be the man
All of this heat hit ya face like a tan
Whip spin around like the blades on a fan
Blood spilling out like it's strawberry jam
Don't come around 'less you got you a plan
Don't hit my line 'less you got you a band
No feature from me if it ain't for a rack
I put in work when you throw me a stack
I fuck up the track, i get you a plaque
Get you a bag, get you a duffle
Can't hear the shot 'cause we put on a muzzle
Slide in this muscle, they don't want tussle
Taking his shit when it hit like a fumble
Shawty got cake like a muhfuckin' funnel
I got the vision like i'm in a tunnel
Choppa Ali 'cause it sting like a bumble
Call me Mowgli, i was raised in the jungle
These Benjamins be my benefactor
I be tryna rack it like a tennis actor
When they sin on the net? that's tennis backwards
Shawty look like Livvy, how she bending backwards
I rock fear of god, only god can scare me
You can catch a shot like you scary terry
Let the choppa ring like we was getting married
It leave you with the son like you a fucking parent

Big bands
Big poise
Big straps
Big toys
Big numbers
Big plays
Everything big from the stones in the chain
Everything cold like the snow that she take
Money stay old but it grow in the bank
Stay 'bout the code but they turn round and snake
Heart turning cold 'cause they all turning fake
I got the paper, dinero, i ball like Banchero, i shoot and they turn into magic
Nobody pointing an arrow, i had to go feral and work so that nobody passing
All of these rappers Will Farrell, they acting
They turnin' scarecrow when we start to blast it
I'm throwing barrels, i feel like a beast
They fighting, but ain't no one fighting like me

STTRAWBERRYY FANTAA

You got me fucked up baby tell me what the hell you tryna do 
A lot of people come and go but it's still me and you
I said Id tell you from the start nothing less but the truth 
 is it just me and you

Is it just me and you I'm tryna figure out
I seen the difference seen the picture tryna take me out
But time will tell me never failed me dimes I'm flipping out
The way I put these kids in line it's like a haunted house
But you could tell me, gotta pack that you could mail me
Ain't a thing that you could sell me, smoking green and feeling healthy
Take my past from off my back and I just blast that shit propel me
Put this passion to my pen and write a passage that's compelling 
But I'm gone I hit the road
And it's on you pick and chose
I'm still the same I never froze I never spilled I never fold
I still got pain I still got goals I seen your page inside my notes
Inside my tech a bullet blows it's sad to say this how it goes
But I still be on my toes
In this game where noone knows
And I been searching for some time but not thing or single soul
That could knock me off this flow, ain't no way we finna go 
Id say my name a thousand times till they plate it up in gold

Me and You

$aya (Saya Sarun)

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