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The "Blister" Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: AfriKen Santana
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Eugene Brown
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AfriKen Santana - The "Blister" Freestyle Lyrics




Guess that'd be the blister (Yea)
F*ck you and sister (Huh)
Guess that'd be the blister
(Huh)

I be trying my hardest to get hoes off of my chest they need to give that hatin shit a rest
They can't help but to sit back and talk about the best
I'm putting all they gossip to the test
Eeenie Miney which Nigga finna go erect
I ain't boutta swing it to a guest
You can keep it if we ain't gonna make a little mess
I want nothing more nothing less
Don't f*ck with niggas they rapping and saying nothin
Talking bout they licks 3 out of 4 be bluffing
On the carpet with poses no I ain't ducking
Wanna see some real rap imma show you something
I goes hard in the booth get the party jumping
Hit you right in the chest leave ya body slumping
You ain't f*cking with me and it's easy to see take the L heard your track it was hardly bumping

Y'all be scary to pick up a pen but I Kong to the Ken and eat niggas like stuffing
Y'all be smoking on dead niggas just for the thrill but it be living rappers I'm puffing
I can't stand half the talent cuz I'm not impressed yall so dull and it seems most need buffing
I won't marry the game cuz I'm coaching these niggas it's only the money I'm cuffing
Not him kissin a nigga on stage for the shock, boy you don't compare to my stylo
I prefer to be there when my nigga drive by
Reach over and squeeze when he reload
Y'all be all in the cut I ain't giving it up in the back of the room where I keep hoes
Cuz I ain't got time to be schooling a bitch better ask the rap game for the cheat codes
Better ask the rap game for the cheat codes
Better ask the rap game for the cheat codes
Heard they selling for low better get you some dough cuz If you miss your shot ain't no free throws
He said Ken you the best ain't nothing like the rest then he sucked the white paint off of 3 toes

I'm the hottest flame boy know if you do get hit its gon leave a little blister
Every cunt got a twin and that's word to your dead so f*ck you and your sister
Bet if I botch this butch and give her a 360 nobody gon miss her
She was out of my lane for a second bitches was like wow whodathought I would diss her

I know Tommy
He ain't no Hilfiger
Prince William or Clinton
He ain't no Bill nigga
What you gone do when my bro's drill nigga
Cuz you got loose lips but lack the skill nigga
So fake not a real nigga
Wassup what's your deal nigga
Guess the lights have been off and nobody is home
Tell me how does it feel nigga
Not gripping the steel nigga
Just somebody kill nigga
Lack luster as hell hitter
Nah nigga ain't been no real spitter
(Nah)

Guess that'd be the blister (Yea)
F*ck you and sister (Huh)
Guess that'd be the blister
F*ck you and ya sister.
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English

Guess that'd be the blister (Yea)
F*ck you and sister (Huh)
Guess that'd be the blister
(Huh)

I be trying my hardest to get hoes off of my chest they need to give that hatin shit a rest
They can't help but to sit back and talk about the best
I'm putting all they gossip to the test
Eeenie Miney which Nigga finna go erect
I ain't boutta swing it to a guest
You can keep it if we ain't gonna make a little mess
I want nothing more nothing less
Don't f*ck with niggas they rapping and saying nothin
Talking bout they licks 3 out of 4 be bluffing
On the carpet with poses no I ain't ducking
Wanna see some real rap imma show you something
I goes hard in the booth get the party jumping
Hit you right in the chest leave ya body slumping
You ain't f*cking with me and it's easy to see take the L heard your track it was hardly bumping

Y'all be scary to pick up a pen but I Kong to the Ken and eat niggas like stuffing
Y'all be smoking on dead niggas just for the thrill but it be living rappers I'm puffing
I can't stand half the talent cuz I'm not impressed yall so dull and it seems most need buffing
I won't marry the game cuz I'm coaching these niggas it's only the money I'm cuffing
Not him kissin a nigga on stage for the shock, boy you don't compare to my stylo
I prefer to be there when my nigga drive by
Reach over and squeeze when he reload
Y'all be all in the cut I ain't giving it up in the back of the room where I keep hoes
Cuz I ain't got time to be schooling a bitch better ask the rap game for the cheat codes
Better ask the rap game for the cheat codes
Better ask the rap game for the cheat codes
Heard they selling for low better get you some dough cuz If you miss your shot ain't no free throws
He said Ken you the best ain't nothing like the rest then he sucked the white paint off of 3 toes

I'm the hottest flame boy know if you do get hit its gon leave a little blister
Every cunt got a twin and that's word to your dead so f*ck you and your sister
Bet if I botch this butch and give her a 360 nobody gon miss her
She was out of my lane for a second bitches was like wow whodathought I would diss her

I know Tommy
He ain't no Hilfiger
Prince William or Clinton
He ain't no Bill nigga
What you gone do when my bro's drill nigga
Cuz you got loose lips but lack the skill nigga
So fake not a real nigga
Wassup what's your deal nigga
Guess the lights have been off and nobody is home
Tell me how does it feel nigga
Not gripping the steel nigga
Just somebody kill nigga
Lack luster as hell hitter
Nah nigga ain't been no real spitter
(Nah)

Guess that'd be the blister (Yea)
F*ck you and sister (Huh)
Guess that'd be the blister
F*ck you and ya sister.
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Writer: Eugene Brown
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