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48 Bars Video (MV)




Performed By: Blasé
Length: 2:27
Written by: Matthew Donohue




Blasé - 48 Bars Lyrics
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I don't jock bitches
Bitches jock me
Got an in with the in so they packing and we sending
To a windy little city didn't know its frank nitti
Got a bitch with pretty titties I don't like her I just f*ck her
Got an issue with commitment guess I get it from me father
In rodeo streets are darker bitches suck and steal your wallet
Get shot and still be robbing shit is real streets are crawling
Pistol smoking just like burner do the crime toss the burner
In a cell time sits still but the work keeps on turning
Hit the corner dump the dope why the f*ck you keep on stalling
Team Kareem we keep on ballin get arrested we aint talking
Got a bitch thats steady stalkin taken notes so keep on talkin
Later on your ass we robbin shoulda kept your ass from talkin
Take a hit of sticky icky hold me chest and start wheezing
Stole those lines from lil weezy he don't like it he can sue me
Outta line he get a two piece went from khakis to a 3 piece
Shout out to drake
For shouting out the bay
We got love for the six
He got love for the bay
Smoke loud not hay
Bitches blow everyday
Bump g eazy we don't f*ck with MGK
Never calm always whilin drink it straight or long I
Island
Like a bitch with fat ass yes I start it from the bottom
Want some ummmm what they call em
Louis Vuitton with red bottoms
Hit the gas then the brakes make the car look like its stalling
Yadda yadda yadda I mean
Got that outdoor crop smelling like gasoline
Take a shot of Hennessy tell her fill it up please
We buying out the bar cause the bars full of B's
Want bourbon in me cup f*ck ciroc on the rocks
And a bitch with fat bottom
That gives good top
Staying loyal to my soil no Luda in the mix
Disrespecting Mac Dre makes no sense
Im from the land where we yolk and throttle
Like trailer park trash I don't f*ck with models
If she suck and swallow might come back tomorrow
But don't hold your breath cause tomorrows never promised
Started from the bottom no ii didn't thats a lie
Came out the womb like damnit I'm fly
Packing lead not a rubber
Take a life create another
Im a pimp not cha lover
Get the ass hit the gas then I'm on to another
Broken screen pictures clear
Flights to Boston on veneers
Missionary or the rear
Red and blue tell her here hide the shit down there
In the kiddy is you silly right behind your underwear
In a benz or a bucket watch me whip watch me steer
Snort coke off her rear put her lips down here
Run a trick offset its the rock in here
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I don't jock bitches
Bitches jock me
Got an in with the in so they packing and we sending
To a windy little city didn't know its frank nitti
Got a bitch with pretty titties I don't like her I just f*ck her
Got an issue with commitment guess I get it from me father
In rodeo streets are darker bitches suck and steal your wallet
Get shot and still be robbing shit is real streets are crawling
Pistol smoking just like burner do the crime toss the burner
In a cell time sits still but the work keeps on turning
Hit the corner dump the dope why the f*ck you keep on stalling
Team Kareem we keep on ballin get arrested we aint talking
Got a bitch thats steady stalkin taken notes so keep on talkin
Later on your ass we robbin shoulda kept your ass from talkin
Take a hit of sticky icky hold me chest and start wheezing
Stole those lines from lil weezy he don't like it he can sue me
Outta line he get a two piece went from khakis to a 3 piece
Shout out to drake
For shouting out the bay
We got love for the six
He got love for the bay
Smoke loud not hay
Bitches blow everyday
Bump g eazy we don't f*ck with MGK
Never calm always whilin drink it straight or long I
Island
Like a bitch with fat ass yes I start it from the bottom
Want some ummmm what they call em
Louis Vuitton with red bottoms
Hit the gas then the brakes make the car look like its stalling
Yadda yadda yadda I mean
Got that outdoor crop smelling like gasoline
Take a shot of Hennessy tell her fill it up please
We buying out the bar cause the bars full of B's
Want bourbon in me cup f*ck ciroc on the rocks
And a bitch with fat bottom
That gives good top
Staying loyal to my soil no Luda in the mix
Disrespecting Mac Dre makes no sense
Im from the land where we yolk and throttle
Like trailer park trash I don't f*ck with models
If she suck and swallow might come back tomorrow
But don't hold your breath cause tomorrows never promised
Started from the bottom no ii didn't thats a lie
Came out the womb like damnit I'm fly
Packing lead not a rubber
Take a life create another
Im a pimp not cha lover
Get the ass hit the gas then I'm on to another
Broken screen pictures clear
Flights to Boston on veneers
Missionary or the rear
Red and blue tell her here hide the shit down there
In the kiddy is you silly right behind your underwear
In a benz or a bucket watch me whip watch me steer
Snort coke off her rear put her lips down here
Run a trick offset its the rock in here
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Writer: Matthew Donohue
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