paroles de chanson 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
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