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PNTHN – Blackland lyrics
[Produced By Por Vida]
[Verse 1: Kenny Casanova]
God damn
Kenny lookin clean like da mf man
Fill her wid da seed I ain't even got a plan b
Call a nigga zaddy when I flip her like a patty
I'm really bout that action if I catch a nigga lackin
This my passion
It payin for my palace
Broke tha back end
Da corners got me smackin
Drift da acura
The seats ain't even matchin
They gave assault and battry
When they charged me like a battery
Daily in tha camry
Da da datsun imma slam it
Speed star bitch I'm stampin
Tha policemen thought I vanished
Its no time to panic but tha world be catchin damage
If u peeped at how I'm dreamin I don't think that u can handle
[Verse 2: Tone Tone]
Tip tip tip toeing while my bitch is snoozing
I just dicked her down
She flipped around while I'm sippin smoothies
Who in the world could be me
Pull up to the court with my cd
I think imma get off record seem
Like it's mr clean sheets look
My brothers is flippin packs
Like some flap jacks
Rims prolly busted from the evening crash
On evening news
Uh
If u peep ya dude please do not hit me up
Even just saying my name should charge
U just like 60 bucks
See me bucked
Kenny got that seaweed tucked
Romby got that semi automatic
So don't creep on us
Alright look uh
Run that shit back
Run that shit back
Run that shit back
Uh yea
Run that shit back
Run that shit back
Run that shit back
Uh yea
[Verse 3: dc4prez]
God damn
Niggas max they goofy round my bitch she roxanne
Please don't do no stupid shit she quick to pop mans
Stack it get the back end watch yo back he pop xans
Move like yall been through it keep it true yall not friends
Dance on a nig, if he ain't wit the shit
Racks on the floor, I might just hit a lick
Back on the road, I might just fuck yo bitch
Slab on them 4s, they might fuck round and spin
[Verse 4: Gulfwey]
I feel like Waluigi
Sittin here acting bougee
This girl she wanna chew me
Do me like a charcuterie
She think I’m Keke Palmer
I’m casting to spells to charm her
Don’t need no body armor
Bitch my aura Jeffery Dahmer
No I won’t change
I’m facing more than one enemy
Can’t share location
I lane switch into a new galaxy
And I’m feelin voracious
Absorbing and Siphoning on your energy
Now can I taste this?
Your hesitation
[Verse 5: yd]
Yee
You did a nigga dirty
Just left em dead on da streets
I'm mobbin on dez paycho ass niggas skeemin on me
U steady lyin on my name
But I'm still on one
Hoes stay back shakin legs
Like it's a cold front now we all
Packin up ta Manhattan
Got cake she spoke Latin
If dey lob it up we gon grab it
Back to da home wit baddies
Swing on a cap
Go straight to the addy
No carry ons bitch cause we own our own shits
Niggas looking around like we some convicts
I paid in cash nah gon n get
[Verse 6: twohorizonra]
Get, wit the shit
If you fuck wit the clique
This some playalistic shit
Cadillac’s, candy whips
Fast back wit the turbo imma cast that bitch and drift
Smoke a pacc while I’m swervin if you aim too high you’ll miss
Really get the bag wit ma miss
Ay yuh
Gucci Fendi bags in her clutch
Ay yuh
Put the slab down wit the works
Ay yuh
Accuair down wit no pump
Ay yuh
Hittin’ switches
Smoke no swishers
Didas slides step causin fissures
Check yo aura
Ridin’ Soarer
Got sum kicks from Diadora
Hoe
[Verse 1: Kenny Casanova]
God damn
Kenny lookin clean like da mf man
Fill her wid da seed I ain't even got a plan b
Call a nigga zaddy when I flip her like a patty
I'm really bout that action if I catch a nigga lackin
This my passion
It payin for my palace
Broke tha back end
Da corners got me smackin
Drift da acura
The seats ain't even matchin
They gave assault and battry
When they charged me like a battery
Daily in tha camry
Da da datsun imma slam it
Speed star bitch I'm stampin
Tha policemen thought I vanished
Its no time to panic but tha world be catchin damage
If u peeped at how I'm dreamin I don't think that u can handle
[Verse 2: Tone Tone]
Tip tip tip toeing while my bitch is snoozing
I just dicked her down
She flipped around while I'm sippin smoothies
Who in the world could be me
Pull up to the court with my cd
I think imma get off record seem
Like it's mr clean sheets look
My brothers is flippin packs
Like some flap jacks
Rims prolly busted from the evening crash
On evening news
Uh
If u peep ya dude please do not hit me up
Even just saying my name should charge
U just like 60 bucks
See me bucked
Kenny got that seaweed tucked
Romby got that semi automatic
So don't creep on us
Alright look uh
Run that shit back
Run that shit back
Run that shit back
Uh yea
Run that shit back
Run that shit back
Run that shit back
Uh yea
[Verse 3: dc4prez]
God damn
Niggas max they goofy round my bitch she roxanne
Please don't do no stupid shit she quick to pop mans
Stack it get the back end watch yo back he pop xans
Move like yall been through it keep it true yall not friends
Dance on a nig, if he ain't wit the shit
Racks on the floor, I might just hit a lick
Back on the road, I might just fuck yo bitch
Slab on them 4s, they might fuck round and spin
[Verse 4: Gulfwey]
I feel like Waluigi
Sittin here acting bougee
This girl she wanna chew me
Do me like a charcuterie
She think I’m Keke Palmer
I’m casting to spells to charm her
Don’t need no body armor
Bitch my aura Jeffery Dahmer
No I won’t change
I’m facing more than one enemy
Can’t share location
I lane switch into a new galaxy
And I’m feelin voracious
Absorbing and Siphoning on your energy
Now can I taste this?
Your hesitation
[Verse 5: yd]
Yee
You did a nigga dirty
Just left em dead on da streets
I'm mobbin on dez paycho ass niggas skeemin on me
U steady lyin on my name
But I'm still on one
Hoes stay back shakin legs
Like it's a cold front now we all
Packin up ta Manhattan
Got cake she spoke Latin
If dey lob it up we gon grab it
Back to da home wit baddies
Swing on a cap
Go straight to the addy
No carry ons bitch cause we own our own shits
Niggas looking around like we some convicts
I paid in cash nah gon n get
[Verse 6: twohorizonra]
Get, wit the shit
If you fuck wit the clique
This some playalistic shit
Cadillac’s, candy whips
Fast back wit the turbo imma cast that bitch and drift
Smoke a pacc while I’m swervin if you aim too high you’ll miss
Really get the bag wit ma miss
Ay yuh
Gucci Fendi bags in her clutch
Ay yuh
Put the slab down wit the works
Ay yuh
Accuair down wit no pump
Ay yuh
Hittin’ switches
Smoke no swishers
Didas slides step causin fissures
Check yo aura
Ridin’ Soarer
Got sum kicks from Diadora
Hoe
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