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Viewing Lyrics for Blaze a 50:
| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | Unreleased (I Am 'MP3 | | Track: | Blaze a 50 | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 123 | | | | Lyrics: | Blazin 50's sit back in tha drop top Bezour Bently.
of course wit me this
chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney.
Brizilian candy from Miami.
massouse wedding ring on lovin Celine Dion.
hate rap told me where
she get caked at.
shes a part time danca part time romanca.
tryin to be a
mother when she gets a chance ta.
left her husband alone to raise they son hes in
pampers.
modeled for a year got her bachelors degree.
33 recoverin from
plastic surgery.
went from 34B to 36 double D.
met her in San Diego at tha Super
Bowl party.
had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis.
MVP, we flicked it up
from Sports Illustrated.
I was silked out, flossin wit stout, he had the gators.
when she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas.
Terrell said our mans a full back
for the Raiders.
a drunk whod fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers.
its easy
to get the pussy, just dont fall in love.
next thing u know im hugged up wit this bitch in
tha tub.
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin her feet.
is this love? or sombodys
wife, fuckin a thug.
hittin it raw, tastin it, wildin out on my charactor, tapin it.
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin head like she knew me for years.
pillow talk, she let
out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs.
millions, she would get, if his neck got slit.
she rolled the equality, then passed the lye ta me.
told me bout her mans life
insurance policy.
he stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport.
evenings he
drinks his wines on his private resort.
you can take a man here goes the keys you can slip
in the rear.
chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somwhere.
so we can make more money, then
you could ever see rappin.
flip the cashin, move to Venezuala adaptin.
P-11's, A-C-P
Shells for blastin.
caught him wit his spanish maid, he had a liter wit a can of spray.
burnin her legs, she tied to the bed.
sex S and M, saito masacistic.
sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out exsistance.
this maid cried no, lucky she was
blind fold.
naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo.
twelve point five
million, he kept his funds in the loines of London.
goes to his wife and his children.
yo i thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all i vision.
all she'll
probably get is psyciatric supervision.
ill twist the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland.
fake ID, gorgous wife named catch the next flight the same night.
headed to Spain,
nice game, now its back to where we meet again...
( reverse scratch )
blazin 50's.
sit back in a droptop Bezour Bently.
of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby
divorce Whitney.
top down, nightmare, blow her hair
sky black, stars glow, the face
on the moon stare.
fast plane on the nine five, hunny laffs about tha cash.
took a
blast, out of her coke bag.
snorted it, started screamin yo we almost crashed!
earlier i took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass.
her head nodded down to her
chest, slowly she fell asleep.
overwhelmed by greed, put to death | | | |
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