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Blick Video (MV)




Performed By: TiaCorine
Featuring: Key Glock
Length: 2:12
Written by: Tia Corine Thompson-Shultz, Markeyvius Cathey




TiaCorine - Blick Lyrics
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[ Featuring Key Glock ]

Wake up, F1LTHYy
Ayy

I just snuck in this bitch with my blick (fah, fah, fah)
Every time I turn around, they on my dick (yeah)
Ayy, every time I turn around, my name in they mouth (yeah)
Ayy, diamonds on me hittin', they'll knock a nigga out
Ayy, down South nigga, eatin' crackers with the salsa (yuh)
These niggas clout chasin', niggas fishin', niggas trouts (yeah)
These niggas clout chasin', niggas rats, Mickey Mouse (yeah)
I push one button and the Maybach, it bounce (Huh?)

Big for me, I got Glock, turn a ho to cray patty
But the addy, I ain't doin' shit but stuntin' like my daddy (yuh)
So much money, way too heavy, so the pants stupid baggy
I be sucking stupid dick, know how to make a nigga happy (uh-huh)

Ayy, shout-out to my lil', yeah-yeah, she got a fatty (yeah)
Mr. Put that shit on, I'm flyer than Aladdin (Huh)
Callin' plays like Madden, I'll shoot your ass like 2K
White gold, rose gold, set cream, roulette
Bitch same Glock smell bigger than the Kool-Aid man (yeah)
I pass her to my bros, I do not f*ck on my fans (no)
These rap niggas bitches, lowkey think they trans (yeah)
Addicted to the dough, yo' bitch, she got me in a trance

Bitch, I'm givin' face, I'm givin' body, it's a pageant
I've been stackin' hella money, I can't help it, it's a habit
And he know I keep it tucked, just like some spices in the cabinet
I'ma bust you in your cardigan, I'ma nut on your jacket (uh)
I can go to any side and every nigga say, "What's happenin'?"
It feel like Easter, carry city just like some eggs all in a basket
You be actin', shorty cappin', you ain't never end up trappin' (stop it)
I'm like old head in the cut, just like some fingers, I be snappin'
Move, bitch, I'm hella cool in a white tee
Icy, think I'ma get it 'cause nigga's shorty like me (God damn)
I fetch up out the bust, bitch, I'm bitin'
I got hella cake, he get on top and get me icy

I just snuck in this bitch with my blick
Every time I turn around, they on my dick
Ayy, every time I turn around, my name in they mouth
Ayy, diamonds on me hittin', they'll knock a nigga out
Ayy, down South nigga, eatin' crackers with the salsa
These niggas clout chasin', niggas fishin', niggas trouts
These niggas clout chasin', niggas rats, Mickey Mouse
I push one button and the Maybach, it bounce (yuh)
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Wake up, F1LTHYy
Ayy

I just snuck in this bitch with my blick (fah, fah, fah)
Every time I turn around, they on my dick (yeah)
Ayy, every time I turn around, my name in they mouth (yeah)
Ayy, diamonds on me hittin', they'll knock a nigga out
Ayy, down South nigga, eatin' crackers with the salsa (yuh)
These niggas clout chasin', niggas fishin', niggas trouts (yeah)
These niggas clout chasin', niggas rats, Mickey Mouse (yeah)
I push one button and the Maybach, it bounce (Huh?)

Big for me, I got Glock, turn a ho to cray patty
But the addy, I ain't doin' shit but stuntin' like my daddy (yuh)
So much money, way too heavy, so the pants stupid baggy
I be sucking stupid dick, know how to make a nigga happy (uh-huh)

Ayy, shout-out to my lil', yeah-yeah, she got a fatty (yeah)
Mr. Put that shit on, I'm flyer than Aladdin (Huh)
Callin' plays like Madden, I'll shoot your ass like 2K
White gold, rose gold, set cream, roulette
Bitch same Glock smell bigger than the Kool-Aid man (yeah)
I pass her to my bros, I do not f*ck on my fans (no)
These rap niggas bitches, lowkey think they trans (yeah)
Addicted to the dough, yo' bitch, she got me in a trance

Bitch, I'm givin' face, I'm givin' body, it's a pageant
I've been stackin' hella money, I can't help it, it's a habit
And he know I keep it tucked, just like some spices in the cabinet
I'ma bust you in your cardigan, I'ma nut on your jacket (uh)
I can go to any side and every nigga say, "What's happenin'?"
It feel like Easter, carry city just like some eggs all in a basket
You be actin', shorty cappin', you ain't never end up trappin' (stop it)
I'm like old head in the cut, just like some fingers, I be snappin'
Move, bitch, I'm hella cool in a white tee
Icy, think I'ma get it 'cause nigga's shorty like me (God damn)
I fetch up out the bust, bitch, I'm bitin'
I got hella cake, he get on top and get me icy

I just snuck in this bitch with my blick
Every time I turn around, they on my dick
Ayy, every time I turn around, my name in they mouth
Ayy, diamonds on me hittin', they'll knock a nigga out
Ayy, down South nigga, eatin' crackers with the salsa
These niggas clout chasin', niggas fishin', niggas trouts
These niggas clout chasin', niggas rats, Mickey Mouse
I push one button and the Maybach, it bounce (yuh)
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Writer: Tia Corine Thompson-Shultz, Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd

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