Bless It

Bless it
Bless it
Bless it
Never stress it
Bless it
Bless it
Bless it
Never stress it

I'm coming for ya neck
We coming for ya check
Gettin' more, sayin' less
I'm really really blessed

This the last meal we broke
Be an art dealer till we croak
Never dim my light to the hoes
Every man gotta have a code
Getting out our dreams three fold
Rude awakening when they doze
They couldn't hang, bring a rope
Good pussy smell like hope
Holy League hand on the coat
It means better hand all the dough
Pledge to the grind, my allegiance
Brutha stay up, get ya P's then
Droppin' two cents worth three gems
Blood sweat years fill a seabed
Hearin' rich words from the cheap friends
When shit turn hot why they freeze then
Bless em with peace & back on the beat
Make way like the Weeknd out the east end

Got that
Got that
Got that
Wavy

She get me she get me
Cup of brandy
She get me she get me
Cup of brandy

Got that
Got that
Got that
Wavy

Ya want bread, better say that
On ya ol' head like a wave cap, say that shit
Heard you wanna talk down on a young nigga
Oh muhfucka we don't play that shit
Stop it
I'ma gon change up topic
Met a new plug and he came from the tropics
Yea, bet you ain't in like that
Yea, if ya real, hands in the air
I'ma keep it honest boy, I'm a true playa
Going to the top, think I'm not
They trippin'
I don't need shit
Going up water whippin'
05' shit, Gucci Mane in the kitchen

Got that
Got that
Got that
Wavy

She get me she get me
Cup of brandy
She get me she get me
Cup of brandy

Got that
Got that
Got that
Wavy

Got that
Got that
Got that
Wavy

She get me she get me
Cup of brandy
She get me she get me
Cup of brandy

Got that
Got that
Got that
Wavy



Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Lee
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