Lyrics Blah Blah Blah - Ken Bray

They think they're educated but they're just saying na-da
I see their lips a flappin' but all I hear is blah blah
They talking drugs and money and how their homies got shot
All they know is trappin and all they say is blah blah

What's a name got a new track
Yeah I heard it, sound like his old track
It wasn't all that, thought it was a throw back
Same shit different name, I ain't okay with that
Another motherf* talkin bout some trap s*
Louie belt, Gucci watch what the f* is this?!
Everybody got a body count
And everybody with a body stay strapped out
And everybody strapped out got a life vest
Aim for the head, f* yo chest
If half of that s* was real
There would be nobody left for the cops to kill

They think they're educated but they're just saying na-da
I see their lips a flappin' but all I hear is blah blah
They talking drugs and money and how their homies got shot
All they know is trappin and all they say is blah blah

Slim thick black chic
Twerk videos, making money real quick
F* a education she got her a baby daddy
Turn tricks, make the money take his caddy
She a man eater f* em, drug em, get the cash
Tell em honey, you the one with all the a*
Move fast - hide the gun
Yo baby daddy caught a body back in verse one
Prolly shoulda went to class you had the chance
Now you tryin to raise a kid on a lap dance
You got a lotta s* to cry about
Cause his homey was a snitch and he ain't getting out
Guess it's back to the t* bar
Get that a* on the pole, superstar
Pay yo bills wit them
Tell me all about it baby - don't stop

They think they're educated but they're just saying na-da
I see their lips a flappin' but all I hear is blah blah
They talking drugs and money and how their homies got shot
All they know is trappin and all they say is blah blah

Ten years later, same s* same block
Poor - never really had a shot
Daddy locked up, mama is a thot thot
Will he live to see 21? Prolly not
All he see is the fast life
Live by the gun die by the gun right?
No role models, just rap stars
Hustlers, bangers, plugs and point guards
What the f* you expect? The next Obama
Garbage in, garbage out ask his mama
She the one that told him he was never worth s*
She the one that told him black kids are worthless
She the one tried to keep him in the sewer
Good thing he never really listened to her

They think they're educated but they're just saying na-da
I see their lips a flappin' but all I hear is blah blah
They talking drugs and money and how their homies got shot
All they know is trappin and all they say is blah blah