Blade Runner
D-d-diamonds shinin', like a star
And you niggas, be my enemies
Only bout the cash
And these bitches, ain't no friend to me
In the future I'ma Blade Runner, Osiris, bitch I'm cyber
Smokin' blunts, cyberpunk, and my car like Nightrider
Yeah, Blade Runner gettin' money
And these bitches, be too fake, we ain't cool, if you a dummy
Want the cash, so I know, that my momma gon' be straight
Hollup, wait, don't run the city, I run the state
Yeah, and my bitch in new Chanel
The shit you bought is fake, but ya bitch, she couldn't tell
These diamonds cut like blades, heard ya bitch, she wanna see
All this shit, it be real, no mirage, I know you see
Yeah, smokin' backwoods to the face
Neon lights in my car, and it fly, who tryna race
I can't fuck with bitches, 'cause I'm on that paper chase
Smoke this purple haze, 'cause bitch, I'm from outer space
Yeah bitch, I'm gonna get it
And I'm gettin' all this money, bitch I run the city
And I know that your bitch want me, 'cause these diamonds chilly
And lil bitch, yeah, I am not stoppin, 'til I get a milly
Diamonds shinin', like a star
And you niggas, be my enemies
Only bout the cash
And these bitches, ain't no friend to me
In the future I'ma Blade Runner, Osiris, bitch I'm cyber
Smokin' blunts, cyberpunk, and my car like Nightrider
Yeah, Blade Runner gettin' money
And these bitches, be too fake, we ain't cool, if you a dummy
Want the cash, so I know, that my momma gon' be straight
Hollup, wait, don't run the city, I run the state
And you niggas, be my enemies
Only bout the cash
And these bitches, ain't no friend to me
In the future I'ma Blade Runner, Osiris, bitch I'm cyber
Smokin' blunts, cyberpunk, and my car like Nightrider
Yeah, Blade Runner gettin' money
And these bitches, be too fake, we ain't cool, if you a dummy
Want the cash, so I know, that my momma gon' be straight
Hollup, wait, don't run the city, I run the state
Yeah, and my bitch in new Chanel
The shit you bought is fake, but ya bitch, she couldn't tell
These diamonds cut like blades, heard ya bitch, she wanna see
All this shit, it be real, no mirage, I know you see
Yeah, smokin' backwoods to the face
Neon lights in my car, and it fly, who tryna race
I can't fuck with bitches, 'cause I'm on that paper chase
Smoke this purple haze, 'cause bitch, I'm from outer space
Yeah bitch, I'm gonna get it
And I'm gettin' all this money, bitch I run the city
And I know that your bitch want me, 'cause these diamonds chilly
And lil bitch, yeah, I am not stoppin, 'til I get a milly
Diamonds shinin', like a star
And you niggas, be my enemies
Only bout the cash
And these bitches, ain't no friend to me
In the future I'ma Blade Runner, Osiris, bitch I'm cyber
Smokin' blunts, cyberpunk, and my car like Nightrider
Yeah, Blade Runner gettin' money
And these bitches, be too fake, we ain't cool, if you a dummy
Want the cash, so I know, that my momma gon' be straight
Hollup, wait, don't run the city, I run the state
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Writer(s): Myles Davis
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