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Euro - Blackin Out lyrics

Sick sh** Ay yah yah yah yah yah I hear y'all new sh** and I cringe (I cringe) Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (My friends) If we hit it, that oui is not French (Not French) I'm anti-social, pardon my tints (My tints) We left eleven, not 11 AM (Yeah) Raw papers full of peas, cups full of mayhem (Yeah) We all wavy, I'm just sort of on a different wavelength (Yeah) See they more like superstars, I'm more like Super Saiyans Bein' the greatest ever is my destiny sk**s Since a child, I focused on my Cali b [?] and Michelle (Okay) Sittin' back, getting head from Mademoiselle Tryna' put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will That they catered to you for the 6th time, k**ed it on 5th one Now they say I'm big time While them n***as learned how to skip lunch I learned how to skip lines, I learned how to kick, punch, power Through to get mine Used to f** with Sega, my uncle had a pasia I knew this drug king-pin that tried to run for Mayor Posted on the back-blocks talking player-player If she bad and I am greata', get her unlimited data They tryna' build a wall, man my dogs gon' hate that sh** And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah We in the game but we don't play that sh** Cover your soul before they take that sh** Young Right n***a, wrong n***a, dope n***a, ill n***a Rich n***a, polo n***a, house bigga' bills Bigga' sick n***a, hill n***a, lit n***a, chill n***a Racks n***a, real bigga', Shaq bigga', lil' n***a Facts n***a, trill n***a, tax n***a, still n***a Coke coke coke n***a Slowest n***a, hills n***a, choke n***a, no n***a, clip figure Quick trigger, thick strippers, I ain't into stick figures Make signals, O.J. with the Wraith n***a run through the white n***a, O.J. on my wrist, n***a that's Sunny D-Light n***a, diamonds in my teeth, Shawty like the pearly whites n***a, straight from New Orleans, like a playa' dirty rice [?] n***a, bought a lot of art, and I bought a lot to snort, hey Beat around her bush, right up there we beat the court case Talkin' boutta a war, that's a convo' at the bar, wait Drugs in the Broncos start the motherf**in' Huss race I take off fom Urden, take your b**h up into MySpace I tell her keep her mouth shut And if not I got some Scottish tape Gotta keep the lock-safe, referring to the safe-lock The sh** I [?] the ground, shakin' make you do the James Brown I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bounce Some n***as like flight crowns Some n***as like to fight vessels Some n***as got the right time, if you're asking me I say “Time will tell” Some n***as think they icons, some b**hes think that I cast em' n***as got an iPhone, some n***as had a sky ta**el[?] n***as really pythons, I'm watching out for myself Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde[?] hair Lyin' here, lookin' like “aww, yeah”, launcher chop right up The [?] and land it on the Timeshare I will, Versace eye-wear, feelin' like top shelf Cool is two L's and rock bells, how is the sky there?[?] Bombshell Blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the d** Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out (Bow!) Yeah, blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the d** Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out That's some slick sh**