Indigo Blaize - LLB (feat. Shazam & Jeremiah Jordon) Lyrics

Blaize I hate you
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Lit with the crew on my back, we on full attack
No turning back, hit the gas then I blow the track
I got hella gas in the stash, we gon make it last
Shorty got a ass and she bad, she might be my last
Give that bitch a ride, no bus pass
Posted on the gram, give a double tap
We just having fun cause we young and we dumb
And we juke all the bums like a running back
We got hella flavors, drop a trap song and a R&B banger
Nigga I'm a singer, and I really rap, and I made the track
Putting all my niggas on the map
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Pull up while I'm banging on my chest, call me King Kong
Back and forth like its ping pong
Ring the doorbell, then I hit my ding dong
Ditch, let me tell you how it went wrong
Dropping bombs cause I'm back on my bullshit
Big bully Shaz, like I'm Melo on his hood shit
You don't want the static, got the semi automatic
Don't panic, getting froggy hopping like a bunny rabbit, uh
Straight up, flick of the wrist, criss cross
Brush it off, milly game always on the steak sauce
Aye, one theta theta bouta take off
Aye, name better team that could take us
Aye, hold up, wait
Rolling with the boys, get the f*ck up out the way
What you got to say, from the city to the A
Aye, shutting shit down I ain't never come to play
Gang gang
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Fly like Takeoff, Heil like Adolf
But I cause a genocide to pussy and instrumentals
God on my shoulder but I dance with the devil
And my shit fire like it just got laid off
Lay up, finna shoot a jay in the fast lane
Swish, Finna smoke a jay in the ash tray
Bitch, Finna get some J's like my last name
Jordon, Bae call me daddy like I'm padré
On my worst behavior
With a little mama who don't like condoms, yea we living dangerous
And we independent, yea I'm not her man, we like f*ck labels
She my dinner plate, and I eat between her legs, we just need a beg
F*ck a kitchen table
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Bic is a lighter just in case you ain't know
Caw