Blasian Lyrics - Youngboy Never Broke Again

[Intro] 

Them yeah' yeah's over 

Mmm, yeah, uh 

Slime 

[Chorus] 

Balmain witcho Birken bag bae you guwap on they ass 

I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready 

I couldn't get her out my head 

The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be wit' 

I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch 

So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys) 

Talkin' 'bout .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout .30's) 

Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah 

We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine) 

I pop X-y's yeah, yeah 

Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan) 

Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah 

That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah 

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[Verse 1] 

I love that girl to death 

She did some shit that I can't let slide 

She know when we slide 

We be tearin' up your set, no lie 

She know that I got that shit 

She want to get her wet and high 

She not that I don't tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow) 

Hit him with that fire 

Young rich nigga wit' a whole lotta critics 

But I can't be mad wit' a lotta benjis (Let's go) 

Forty-thousand back in, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, let's go) 

Everybody that talk don't know how I'm livin' (They don't know) 

I ain't got no bae, I ain't catchin' no feelin's (Yah) 

We ain't gotta be together for to make some millions (i know) 

She was just my friend and I wind up hittin' it (That's right) 

But out me can't get no commitment (That's right) 

Fendi, Gucci, Louis (And Louis) 

Gucci, Balmain, Prada (And Prada) 

Bitch tryna test her luck (Her what?) 

Yeah, she want Balenciaga (Balenciaga) 

Dirt bike Supreme goggles (Go) 

Sellin' 'round booze bike rider (Huh) 

Young nigga totin' that choppa (Hrrrt) 

Amiri jeans I'm stylin' (Errrf) 

[Chorus] 

Balmain witcho a Birken bae you guwap on they ass 

I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready 

I couldn't get her out my head 

The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be wit' 

I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch 

So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys) 

Talkin' 'bout .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout .30's) 

Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah 

We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine) 

I pop X-y's yeah, yeah 

Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan) 

Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah 

That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah 

[Verse 2] 

Three lortabs I gave her two 

I had five I was gon' take 

Yah-yah, what I do to you? 

What the fuck is it gon' take? 

Percocet's and off that drink 

I might learn another language 

Took a Xan, now I can't think 

And I'm not knowin' where my main one 

Bought my ex from the bottom 

Shawty tweakin', she don't know what she tryin' 

To keep it real, she don't know where she ridin' 

Society where them people be dyin' 

I'm in the nawf where my life on the line 

I'm wit' my niggas, everybody got iron 

Blasian, no, honey you fine 

We not together and she not even tryin' 

I made her a slime (Slatt) 

[Chorus] 

Balmain witcho Birken bag but you cool up on they ass 

I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready 

I couldn't get her out my head 

The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be wit' 

I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch 

So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys) 

Talkin' 'bout .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout .30's) 

Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah 

We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off Codeine) 

I pop X-y's yeah, yeah 

Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan) 

Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah 

That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah