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Andrew Boyd - Blasphemy Lyrics

[Intro]
Vaughn

[Verse 1]
Newborn tiger, I'm earning my stripes (Stripes)
Crosshair, bitch, it's on sight
Tippy toes if you try reachin' my height
Niggas fantasia can't read me my rights
I don't wanna fuck, you ain't even my type
Niggas wait to see me in person then type
Only person ever put fear in me is Christ
Niggas gettin' parked for not sendin' out kites (Kites)
Tell a nigga, "Line it up" (Uh), baguettes is diamond cut (Cut)
Finger got paper cuts (Cuts), bitches, you mines or what? (What?)
You know I'm a Mac, this might be the final cut, the final touch (Ayy)
The game can get cold, we deckin' the halls if you ever sign us up (Damn)

[Chorus]
I'm just bein' me, don't be mad at me
You ain't gonna fuck me, that's blasphemy
I know the guys' gone blast for me
Louis V pouch at capacity
They can't make this in a factory
God just blessed me with it naturally
Green light but we still trafficking (Yeah)
Wake up broke, that's blasphemy
[Post-Chorus]
Fuck up the forecast (Forecast)
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf)
Now I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash
I fuck up the forecast (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Since I was six, nigga, I've been flyin' first class
I don't fuck with birds, but a nigga took bird baths (Shirp)
No yellow brick road, I had a dirt path
Ask my bitch, she gonna tell you I'm a dirtbag (Ayy)
Getting to the paper since PC had word pad
Tables might turn, but I still gotta serve that
Make the wrong step, might end up with a toe tag
"Boy bein' broke" ain't even in my vocab (Skrrt)
Makin' big moves like Big Mama
Givenchy shirts, spent six hunnid
Make a rain on 'em all summer (Ayy)
Baby, go and get that rent money (Ayy)
She just came back from Amsterdam (Yeah)
Killa season, bitch, we killin' cam
All season, bitch, we killin' cams
Wavy nigga, never give a damn (Damn)
[Chorus]
I'm just bein' me, don't be mad at me
You ain't gonna fuck me, that's blasphemy
I know the guys' gone blast for me
Louis V pouch at capacity (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
They can't make this in a factory
God just blessed me with it naturally
Green light but we still trafficking
Wake up broke, that's blasphemy

[Post-Chorus]
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf, shiuf)
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf)
Now I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash (Shiuf)
I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf)
Now I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash
I fuck up the forecast