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lirik lagu blaze ya dead homie - giants

[verse 1: lavel]
diamonds on my wrist, a forty and a b~tch
i’m the boss and the captain of this motherf~ckin’ ship
doin’ shows, lot of groupie hoes, n~ggas stop hatin’
peep my playboy status, it’s not a rap, it’s a statement
get rich, talk sh~t, (uh huh) i can have you eighty~six (uh huh)
out in vegas on the strip (that’s right) by a fine~ass b~tch
(let’s go) got you trickin’, it ain’t halloween, get your ass beat
(b~tch) f~ck a treat too sweet, sour taste when you sleep
me and blaze be the big dogs, hit it like a hog
giants in the game, droppin’ n~ggas, watch ’em fall
six feet plus next door to three hundred
[?] if we want it you run it, weighed about six hundred
oh, you ain’t scared? why the f~ck you frontin’?
now you got these k!llers huntin’, bust you in your sh~t
back flip you on your stomach, blaze a dead dance on your back
’til you choke on your motherf~ckin’ vomit

[chorus: blaze, lavel, blaze & lavel]
what the f~ck you lookin’ at? you never seen a giant king
about three hundred pounds! biggest ~~~~~~ on the scene
keep our pockets full of money
smack you with a stack of hundreds
all scared like a b~tch ’cause you see a monster comin’
what the f~ck you lookin’ at? you never seen a giant king
about three hundred pounds! biggest ~~~~~~ on the scene
keep our pockets full of money
smack you with a stack of hundreds
all scared like a b~tch ’cause you see a monster comin’
[verse 2: blaze]
i know they scared, with good reason, it’s the season
of the g and the realist, and all your b~tches catching feelings
they wanna lay up on the thug to get they bills paid
the streets made me rugged like a rusty rambo blade
watch what your b~tch say, i don’t get
she’ll get found behind the club in the alleyway
in my mainframe, i download sick thoughts that don’t sit right
and when they process, it always ends up in a [?] fight
i can’t see what’s going on up in my head
i hear a pistol loading, black out, and they’re all dead
you picked the wrong club on the wrong day, matter of fact
it really don’t matter where you go, you’ll never be safe
i strike in ridiculous ways to leave you foggy and dazed
it’s only preposterous, the thought of you getting away
you have met your fate, now that the giants have arrived
no more talkin’, i’m stompin’ your chest in until you die

[chorus: blaze, lavel, blaze & lavel]
what the f~ck you lookin’ at? you never seen a giant king
about three hundred pounds! biggest ~~~~~~ on the scene
keep our pockets full of money
smack you with a stack of hundreds
all scared like a b~tch ’cause you see a monster comin’
what the f~ck you lookin’ at? you never seen a giant king
about three hundred pounds! biggest ~~~~~~ on the scene
keep our pockets full of money
smack you with a stack of hundreds
all scared like a b~tch ’cause you see a monster comin’
[verse 3: blaze, lavel]
i keep a spare pocket full of hater~free cologne
and spray a motherf~cker standing with his white t on
i keep a nine in this chrome to slap upside your dome
and free of your money, weed, and your cellular phone
i turn your white t red, you don’t wanna take a dare
grab your b~tch by her hair and tell her sit in this chair
and she’ll sit her ass down and tell you it’s okay
you can go home, i’m chilling with the giants today
slap b~tches out they lee press on nails, you think it’s stale
but i don’t care, that’s what you get for tryin’ to stare
caught your evil glare from across the room, and you’d assume i wouldn’t notice
now you’re on your back, and your situation’s hopeless
b~tch, quit playin’ games, (stop) you gets no free drinks
what the f~ck did you think, the sh~t don’t stink?
well, that’s a motherf~ckin’ lie, oh, so now you wanna cry
[?] you just wanna take me and blaze in the back [?]

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