Letra de Blickin’ - YN Jay

I mean like

My life perfect, you know what I mean?

Thankful

Still alive

I'm still alive

I think that's really all that matter

(Hit it)

Ayy

How the fuck I make it out somewhere where they don't make it out?

I just took I-75, that's the safest route

In the dine-in restaurant, I'm finna take it out

I mean like

You finna take your meal, like, outside? Or like

Or you're outside and you want them to bring it to you?

I mean, because

We're just tryna under— ah

We just tryna understand

I ain't got no girlfriend, she might fuck my mans

I top my money by the thousands in rubber bands

If I ever had a girlfriend, I might get caught cheating tryna fuck my fans

Damn

One day, I'ma marry Mary Jane

I'm a different type of nigga, I don't want no bustdown, I want a plain jane

Tried to tell my bitch two things, but the same thing

Like I don't want you or I don't need you, baby

I mean, but I care about you, I still love you, though

You feel me?

I don't really love, but if I love, you better love me back

Baby love how I'm gaining pounds, say she love me fat

I been working hard, my body hurt, can you rub my back?

I mean, can you do that for me?

Let me see what you can do for me

Yeah, you probably been hit her, but she new to me

Baby, stop it with that foolery

I know I'm smooth, baby, ain't nobody cool as me

This shit ain't gon' work out if you do not get used to me

You shaking ass in the club, that's what I used to see

That's what I still see when I look at you

I just want another girl like I'm used to two

I just wanna have a threesome like I used to do

At the Fontainebleau

I put my hand in the water, left the fountain blue

I ain't staying over for long, I'm just stopping through

I'm just sayin', baby, I know you got choices, I got options too

Bitch walked in coochie out, she was topless too

I could've never came up off one quarter, I was coppin' two

Oh, you was talkin'— you was coppin' like a half?

¿Te encanta la letra de Blickin’? ¡Compártela con tus amigos!