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Blvck Svm
Blvck Svm
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Glover
Benjamin Glover
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marow
Marow
Producer

Lyrics

Beat up the block in a Gundam, I press a lil button to open the wings Ain't no advance on the deal I just signed, I don't need a label controlling my strings A lot of these niggas are marionettes, I dance on my own and so does my necklace Praying for my solar plexus, way that the pendant is punching is reckless Michelins all on my restaurant checklist, skating from city to city to finish it The Wellington blue in the middle, the same as how I be preferring my venison Window tint blacker than minimum sentencing I was apprenticing under a Villain Face full of metal to pay my respects, I slide to my dentist to get this new grill in A incoming call from Shibuya connect I look in my closet, it's mold on the ceiling Matched up against Aaron Donald, it's hard to explain the rush I been feeling I try not to focus too hard on the dubs, I try to not dwell on the L's as well 7 AM on the beach, the waves were placid but suddenly started to swell This VVS choker I call it Latrell Bent over to tie up my Monarchs and fell Cloaking device on the Rolls, it look like a beater, it's really a Ghost in a shell This brioche I'm toasting it well, the tarragon butter moonwalk in the pan like the King of Pop Put on my power scouter Gucci goggles, I still cannot locate a single opp The fetti, the racks, the digits I find a way to go get it The fetti, the racks, the digits I find a way to go get it The fetti, the racks, the digits I find a way to go get it The fetti, the racks, the digits I find a way to go get it I feel like Joe Horn, I like to score on a play and then set up another A table for two I step out on lil shorty to pick up a pack from my Cartier buffer It don't really matter the lo of the yo, imma turn it to furnace Nobu hotel after candlelit dinner, the room that we in is impeccably furnished See a lil daylight, I turn on the burners Flip a lil switch for the nitrous DK Tsuchiya the spike strips Air Max Supreme 98 size 11 are crushing my feet like a vicegrip I couldn't find em in bigger They matching so perfectly with this new Gosha they tryna call me a democracy rigger I get it, I get it I take a backend and split it at Williams-Sonoma, be back in a minute I ran it up just to get me a monogram one-of-one cast-iron skillet Way I been raising my prices I'm grateful as ever cuz it took a village Way I been stroking the pussy lil shorty she think I'm a Hollywood villain Happy to say that I'm no longer working with niggas I'm not really feeling Needed the bread so I bit on the bullet, I still got some cracks in my molars Get on a flight to my Broward headquarters as soon as the weather get colder 7 consecutive strikes like professional bowler The fetti, the racks, the digits I find a way to go get it The fetti, the racks, the digits I find a way to go get it The fetti, the racks, the digits I find a way to go get it The fetti, the racks, the digits I find a way to go get it
Writer(s): Dyshod Moro, Benjamin Imani Glover Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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