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Fetty Wap - Bling Blaow Lyrics

[Intro: Skinnyfromthe9 & Soulja Boy]
She wanna fuck with the gang 'cause we on, ayy
Yeah
JabroniOnTheBeat!

[Verse 1: Skinnyfromthe9]
I'm the king in my city, say it loud
I got diamonds dancing on me, bling blaow
If they don't know my name, bet they know it now
I'm that nigga in my city, say it loud
Bling blaow, diamonds on me, bling blaow
Bling blaow, diamonds on me, sing now
Bling blaow, hunnid on a piece, wow
Bling blaow, diamonds on me, sing now
I just keep rollin' the celly
I used to stay at the deli
I just pulled up in a Bentley
I know these niggas ain't Betty
Too much drippin', I be drippin' when I walk around
I got bitches tryna fuck me, yeah, they want me now
They was laughing at a nigga, I was dead broke
Now I got money, I can take your bitch like, "Let's go"
I just pulled up to the party, uh
All of these bitches, they want me, yeah
But I do not want 'em, don't call me, no
I do not want 'em, don't call me, no
She wanna fuck at the motel
I got a Benz and a truck
Rollie on me, bustdown
Diamonds on me, bling blaow
40 on me, right now
Shorty on me, right now
Drippin' on 'em, don't drown
Drippin' on 'em, don't drown
[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, free bound, caught her off the rebound
Ayy, free pounds, nigga, I got the free pounds
Ayy, I'm a gang nigga, I go three rounds
Ayy, why you hating, nigga, what's your beef 'bout?
Ayy, rock 'em, hang down to the Trues, baby
Ayy, I'ma winner, I don't usually lose, baby
Ayy, big bands, pocket full of blues, baby
Ayy, smokin' opp pack when I cruise, baby
Ayy, diamonds on me, you can see the jewels, baby
Ayy, run up on me, he gon' make the news, baby
Ayy, uh, 40 on me with the beam, baby
Ayy, pockets full of green, I love cream, baby

[Verse 3: PluHeph]
I said tell me what you got
Niggas still smoke cookie, I got hustle in my plug
Running with the mob, I'm with Wap, like what you want?
Like bling blaow, pull up foreign, she like, "Wow"
Runnin' bricks on mean mile, shorty love my steam, now
Rolling in the hood, I give these packs out
I don't fuck with these niggas, yeah, these nigga mask out
I'ma pull up, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, that bitch a NASCAR
Yeah it's Heph, pulled up Skinny and we got our bands up
I'm in L.A. in a mansion flexin', they can't stand us
I'm with PHresher, got our checks up in a foreign car
I'm in L.A., she got ass, that's a porn star
She wanna fuck with the gang 'cause we born stars
[Verse 4: Soulja Boy Tell 'Em]
Ayy, she wanna fuck with the gang 'cause we on, ayy
I pull up, drop-top, two-tone, ayy
Young nigga got rich off his cellphone
Ayy, turn a trap-house into a trap-home
Ayy, I hit the block with a snubnosed
.223, hollow tip, leave a fuck nigga gone
I'm the king sitting on the throne
Ayy, first chin I had was a blow

[Verse 5: PHresher]
My bitch bad and boujee, it ain't no better coochie
Balenciaga, Gucci, Fendi bag or Louis
She got designer drippin', don't need no compliments
And ain't no finer bitch, they like, "Where you find your bitch?"
'Cause every time she come around my city, bling bling
Pinky wing wet, around 50, bling bling
Ass dumb titties and them thighs, bling bling
Drop 200 on a ride, bling bling
Don't worry about me, nigga, do you
She wanna fuck me and the crew too
I go nuts, I'm talkin' coo-coo
Fuck your bitch, put her on YouTube