Lyrics Bleh! - vengeance!

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Yeah
Ha, ha, ha
Yeah, yeah
Ha, ha

(Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh)
Black up on my body, feel like Manson
Two bad 'lil bitches up in the lobby I might chance it
Real deal Southside shit, not talking Kansas

Been sippin' so damn much I feel my big cousin brandyn
And my strobe light bitch it blink
And my cup tinted pink
And my niggas keep them blades and we ain't talking about skating rinks

And my drugs it ain't free
My bitch she name Chanel, but I boss her out in the finest Celine
Huh, won't fall for no damn hoe
Huh, won't fall for my damn team

Huh, and my niggas live by the code
Huh, leave them dead by any means
And I been sippin' so much red, huh (I been sippin')
That all this shit might leave me dead (Shit might leave 'em dead)

Been getting real pissy, been getting real crunk up off these meds
And if I get caught lacking I won't say shit to the feds
I'll beat her pussy down, i'm trying to incubate her eggs
I see you just a pussy, right through my Chrome Heart lens

Can't stuff these fucking racks no matter how much I buy pants
She a real deal "Trench" baby and she like the "X & Sex"
So I threw her in her coffin and I left that 'lil bitch dead
And she suck me down like bleh, huh

Bleh, bleh, bleh
Huh, huh?
Bleh, bleh, bleh
Huh, huh?

Bleh, bleh, bleh
Huh, huh, bleh
Huh, huh, bleh
I keep a big bag, bitch, a sack

I enchant that hoe, so I knocked her back
We had beat 'lil buddy for his pockets and he went splat
My wrist on 10, like Ben, 'lil bitch, I keep the MAC
(Bleh, bleh, bleh)

(Bleh, boing, bleh!)
(Black up on my body, feel like Manson)
(Two bad 'lil bitches up in the lobby, I might chance it)
(Real deal Southside shit, not talking Kansas)

(Been sippin' so damn much I feel like my big cousin brandyn)