I'm sittin' in the back
In black timbs, the light's dim
Sippin' on some cognac with the ice in
Puffin' on a Philly rolled with blue dream
The boots with the blue jeans, tucked in clean
The scene (Ring, ring)
Whaddup?
Ayo, Blank it's me (Who?)
Don't worry 'bout that now, worry 'bout them fools
The one's you met last week, they're comin' for your jewels (Which?)
The one's you got cool with, sittin' by the pool shit (What ya mean? Ali and Kareem?)
Yea, them
Now they're out to stick you for your cream
Tell me what your plannin' homie, tell me what's the scheme?
The scheme?
Hold on, let me grab another drink
Roll up my sleeves, give a man room to breathe, let you think
About how the green make you stink
How my records sail, how their records sink
Dreaming (Who?)
The MC's who wanna be me
Nothin' but some sweeties, bitches in bikinis
Make you disappear like Houdini, who done it?
They don't know (What?)
The name's Blank I run it
Don't you know by now I come equipped with game, quick to name
Friends and foes the same
Why you think I got all guns no chains
So I can rip through the partnership, no shame
And that goes for all those that oppose
The new Don Dada, named BlankOdda
The type of figure that will feed you to the chordata
Throw you to the crows, watch you die slow
Ya'll better start runnin', and if you're comin'
Better turn back around 'fore I leave you done in
Your funeral date set August somethin'
Call your moms just to send her flowers like it's nothin', huh
Wicked ways to meet your end days
Just watch as you crawl the hallway
Lights get dimmer, the door gets thinner
You take a step, the floor creeks, givin' you shivers
You wanna make a move, but you can't speak
You just feel weak, so let me deliver
If you have last words get to prayin' those prayers
Don't you know this player doesn't like to play fair, now
Come come, don't be shy
Who wanna be the first to tell God I said hi?
BlankOddest - The Lair Lyrics
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I'm sittin' in the back
In black timbs, the light's dim
Sippin' on some cognac with the ice in
Puffin' on a Philly rolled with blue dream
The boots with the blue jeans, tucked in clean
The scene (Ring, ring)
Whaddup?
Ayo, Blank it's me (Who?)
Don't worry 'bout that now, worry 'bout them fools
The one's you met last week, they're comin' for your jewels (Which?)
The one's you got cool with, sittin' by the pool shit (What ya mean? Ali and Kareem?)
Yea, them
Now they're out to stick you for your cream
Tell me what your plannin' homie, tell me what's the scheme?
The scheme?
Hold on, let me grab another drink
Roll up my sleeves, give a man room to breathe, let you think
About how the green make you stink
How my records sail, how their records sink
Dreaming (Who?)
The MC's who wanna be me
Nothin' but some sweeties, bitches in bikinis
Make you disappear like Houdini, who done it?
They don't know (What?)
The name's Blank I run it
Don't you know by now I come equipped with game, quick to name
Friends and foes the same
Why you think I got all guns no chains
So I can rip through the partnership, no shame
And that goes for all those that oppose
The new Don Dada, named BlankOdda
The type of figure that will feed you to the chordata
Throw you to the crows, watch you die slow
Ya'll better start runnin', and if you're comin'
Better turn back around 'fore I leave you done in
Your funeral date set August somethin'
Call your moms just to send her flowers like it's nothin', huh
Wicked ways to meet your end days
Just watch as you crawl the hallway
Lights get dimmer, the door gets thinner
You take a step, the floor creeks, givin' you shivers
You wanna make a move, but you can't speak
You just feel weak, so let me deliver
If you have last words get to prayin' those prayers
Don't you know this player doesn't like to play fair, now
Come come, don't be shy
Who wanna be the first to tell God I said hi?
In black timbs, the light's dim
Sippin' on some cognac with the ice in
Puffin' on a Philly rolled with blue dream
The boots with the blue jeans, tucked in clean
The scene (Ring, ring)
Whaddup?
Ayo, Blank it's me (Who?)
Don't worry 'bout that now, worry 'bout them fools
The one's you met last week, they're comin' for your jewels (Which?)
The one's you got cool with, sittin' by the pool shit (What ya mean? Ali and Kareem?)
Yea, them
Now they're out to stick you for your cream
Tell me what your plannin' homie, tell me what's the scheme?
The scheme?
Hold on, let me grab another drink
Roll up my sleeves, give a man room to breathe, let you think
About how the green make you stink
How my records sail, how their records sink
Dreaming (Who?)
The MC's who wanna be me
Nothin' but some sweeties, bitches in bikinis
Make you disappear like Houdini, who done it?
They don't know (What?)
The name's Blank I run it
Don't you know by now I come equipped with game, quick to name
Friends and foes the same
Why you think I got all guns no chains
So I can rip through the partnership, no shame
And that goes for all those that oppose
The new Don Dada, named BlankOdda
The type of figure that will feed you to the chordata
Throw you to the crows, watch you die slow
Ya'll better start runnin', and if you're comin'
Better turn back around 'fore I leave you done in
Your funeral date set August somethin'
Call your moms just to send her flowers like it's nothin', huh
Wicked ways to meet your end days
Just watch as you crawl the hallway
Lights get dimmer, the door gets thinner
You take a step, the floor creeks, givin' you shivers
You wanna make a move, but you can't speak
You just feel weak, so let me deliver
If you have last words get to prayin' those prayers
Don't you know this player doesn't like to play fair, now
Come come, don't be shy
Who wanna be the first to tell God I said hi?
Writer: Zander Allman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid