Letra de blessed - DDG

(KRAGER, text me back)

Huh, yeah

(Yo, I can't hear a thing)

Yeah

Niggas be hatin', I'm blessed, huh

Thinkin' you tough, pull up on me, yo' gangster get test (Stop, stop, stop)

Why you keep subbin' on X, say that shit with your chest (Bitch, okay)

No point in competin' with niggas, I know I'm the best (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

When I walk out the house, I don't know what foreign to take

And I barely work out, but I got a six pack, it's like niggas was born in shape (Ha)

Now I got everything that I ever had wanted, my money just go in the bank

Why these niggas keep thinkin' that I'ma fall off when they know I'm the goat? I can't

Bad bitch, touchin' her body, knowin' that she gon' go

Whippin' the new Bugatti, Dubai feel just like home

We can't compare Ferrari's, you lease your shit, I own

These niggas fake around me, that's why I gotta keep two phones

Niggas be hatin', I'm blessed, huh

Thinkin' you tough, pull up on me, yo' gangster get test

Why you keep subbin' on X, say that shit with your chest (Bitch, okay)

No point in competin' with niggas, I know I'm the best

Hey, I got that shit on my body, I know

Louis, Balenci', Bvlgari, I know

Runway to fashion, I drip with a passion

The sweater I'm wearin' is Marni, I know

Fuck all that actin', these niggas be cappin'

He say he want smoke, but he lyin', I know

I'm really player, these niggas be leadin' with money, these niggas be buyin' a hoe

I'm fuckin' off vibes and weed, and DoorDash

You a good nigga to her, I seen, but I got more cash

When she was with you, she was average, but when she with me, she got more bad

That pussy been rainin' and thunderin' all damn week, that's the forecast

Niggas be hatin', I'm blessed, huh

Thinkin' you tough, pull up on me, yo' gangster get tested (Stop, stop, stop)

Why you keep subbin' on X, say that shit with your chest (With your chest)

No point in competin' with niggas, I know I'm the best (Ha, ha)

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