Warjely – Inna Blunt Lyrics
Artist: Warjely
Song: Inna Blunt
I could smell yo’ blood
Raised by the gun
Bullets make him red they make him blush
In this b#tch, bearing arms like Mr. Gus
Feds on the way I had to flush, ay
Middle school crush working at a Subway
I’m ridin’ through yo’ hood
Finna go and shoot Philly up
Smokin’ on Philly
Step on {?} almost broke my achilles
Simp #ss n#gg#, yeah he wish he could kill me
Eating cup noodles, I’m sick of that benny
For a thot b#tch, I don’t got a penny
Give her Caprisun, can’t get her no Henny’
Hop in that Bentley, that Bentley, that Bentley
That Bentley, that Bentley, that Bentley, that Bentley
So many guns likе Tony, like Stark
I was on the bus like Rosa, likе Parks
I don’t even want her tell her put it back on
Kicked the b#tch out, now she on the front lawn
Make his #ss bleed like that time of the month
Put him in a blunt, put him in a blunt
Put him in a blunt, put him in a blunt
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From the album:
Inna Blunt [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021