Текст песни Ty Dolla Sign - Blase

[Intro: Future]You know what's going onOver there and over there, okay [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign (Future)](Ordered up a hundred rosesNeed a bezel like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséWhiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurrBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club likeBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséWhiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurrOh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign ]Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, all I drink is BombayWhen I'm with my niggas, I might drink that HennySmoking Kush and pull it, motherfuck the policeI ain't scared to die, on them dead homiesHit them licks, wh-whipping the bricksI'm young and I'm rich, young and I'm richI got hoes, I got hoes in different area codes, I think I'm Nate DoggI started from the ground I'm that nigga nowI stay with the loud, can you hear me now?And my bitch cold, She a centerfoldPut her on a stand, and she never too [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign (Future)](Ordered up a hundred rosesNeed a bezel like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséWhiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurrBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club likeBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséWhiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurrOh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé [Verse 2: Slim Jimmy]I break the bank like an athlete, honShawty caught drunk, fucking up her new LouboutinsIf I let her in my Masi she might be a trending topicBefore she gotta ride it, gotta pop it, Blasé, Blasé

Bust it, spin, spin your [?], and I'm still blowing big facesSomething 'bout them Ben Franklins make any bitch get nakedCrew got the juice, bitch you don't need no chasersBall on these niggas, I need knee replacements [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign (Future)](Ordered up a hundred rosesNeed a bezel like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséWhiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurrBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club likeBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséWhiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurrOh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé [Verse 3: Swae Lee]Sipping out the jug until I feel it in my bodyI was, uh, hoping you were salty when you saw me, keep her rowdySeen around me, all we do is dip and dabGot twin turbos on twin turbos and them bitches really smashIt's a 50/50 chance I might, get ya, get yaIt's a 50/50 chance that these niggas didn't pitch inI'm pouring up 'til I can't no moreI swear everything I see slow mo' [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign (Future)](Ordered up a hundred rosesNeed a bezel like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséWhiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurrBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club likeBlasé, Blasé, Blasé, BlaséWhiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurrOh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé [Outro: Future]Alcohol and chronic is all we wantAlcohol and chronic is all we wantAlcohol and chronic is all we wantIs all we wantIs all we wantIs all we want
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