Blnnk – Allegations

Blnnk – Allegations Lyrics

Artist: Blnnk
Song: Allegations

Hook:
I been addicted to bags
Wake up and pop me a tag
I got money in my forecast

That lil allegation said harassed
You gotta be stupid to believe the b#tch
I’m stacking my cheese this is Velveeta b#tch
I will never cheat I could just leave the b#tch

But it’ll be easier to keep the b#tch on the team
Told her get it together, you not Cinderella
She called me a dog, I guess b#tch I’m Old Yeller
Cannot sweat a b#tch I just buy her a sweater

I’m just upping my rank I guеss I’m doing better
We got cash in thе safe we just keep it for pleasure
n#gg# corny we pop him and add a lil kettle
Just wait for the day when I fill an arena

Bad b#tch with me you know she a diva
I got Work and I drink my the liter
I don’t give a damn just like a beaver
Verse:

She want a son told the b#tch to look up
I’m not a deputy b#tch I don’t cuff
Off them PPP Loans know some n#gg#s got rich
This is Pay-Per-View you cannot get in this sh#t

I be smoking too much be forgetting and sh#t
She be shaking that #ss she lit in this b#tch
Coupe
We might slide in the coupe or the Ram

In Miami like Bam
I just f#cked up on this b#tch and I don’t want her around
Chopper chopping down trees and its bringing him down
n#gg#s cappin on they name had to give ‘em a gown

You can be Kyrie Irving I’m clamping you down
Chefing KD, I eat Ruth Chris now
Keep a rocket like Harden, we cooling ‘em down
Bridge:

That’s the Big Three, is you hearing me?
Gun on fire, not no safety
f#cking this bad b#tch as of lately
[Ohhhhhhh

These n#gg#s be checking for me I don’t see ‘em
I might slid up on ya b#tch go check her DM
Just like I said before this cash it overload
Hook:

I been addicted to bags
Wake up and pop me a tag
I got money in my forecast
That lil allegation said harassed

You gotta be stupid to believe the b#tch
I’m stacking my cheese this is Velveeta b#tch
I will never cheat I could just leave the b#tch
But it’ll be easier to keep the b#tch on the team

Told her get it together, you not Cinderella
She called me a dog, I guess b#tch I’m Old Yeller
Cannot sweat a b#tch I just buy her a sweater
I’m just upping my rank I guess I’m doing better

We got cash in the safe we just keep it for pleasure
n#gg# corny we pop him and add a lil kettle
Just wait for the day when I fill an arena
Bad b#tch with me you know she a diva

I got Work and I drink my the liter
I don’t give a damn just like a beaver
Verse:
I got a bag I, run it up

Like a kid in a class I’m, cutting up
She be throwing it back she, f#ck it up
On a different tragectory, I’m going up
n#gg#s be hating, we call ‘em Joe Budden

And don’t call me twin I might f#ck on ya cousin
Got a Rollie for one day, Dweller for another
Say she not a freak I turned to a sucker
Chopper blowing at n#gg#s they think its a trumpet

I’m deep out in France and I’m eating them crumpets
Like a flood, it don’t matter I’m coming in
Had to call that lil b#tch told her bring a friend
I be running the beat like that movie with the maze

Don’t play with n#gg#s ain’t sign a deal with Faze [Facts]
Outro:
I buy the Prada for me [Facts
I buy Givenchy for me and my b#tch

I’m with my brother like Lilo and Stitch
Just like Ace Hood, he be faking his wrist
[Why they doing that shit?
We used to come through the hood in that Old School

Back when I stood on that step stool
Tryna make a million off of ProTools
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From the album:
Rich Off Computers II [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021