Yo, Harley Finnigan, you’re in a tight spot, Owin’ Ordhan his coke money, what, did you forget your lot? You’re duckin’ and divin’, think you’re slick as an eel, But Ordhan’s on your case, mate, and this sh*t's for real. You’re out in Belfast streets, think you’re a big lad, But everyone knows you're just a broke-ass gad. Talkin' big talk, but you’re just full of it, Better cough up that cash, or you'll regret it, kid. Chorus Blue Balenciagas, you’re strutting in the square, But that swagger’s gone when Ordhan’s in the air. You’re flashin’ your gear, but your time’s runnin’ thin, Better pay up, Harley, or you’re done, my friend. Verse 2 Think you’re untouchable, but you’re playin’ with fire, Ordhan’s got the word, and he ain’t no liar. You’ve been dodgin’ and hidin’, but there’s nowhere to run, When he catches up, mate, you’re done for fun. You’re all about the bling, but that won’t save your skin, This ain’t a game, Harley, it’s a fight you won’t win. So stop actin’ hard, and just pay what you owe, Or you’ll be findin’ out how deep this rabbit hole goes. Chorus Blue Balenciagas, you’re strutting in the square, But that swagger’s gone when Ordhan’s in the air. You’re flashin’ your gear, but your time’s runnin’ thin, Better pay up, Harley, or you’re done, my friend. Outro Tick tock, Harley, the clock’s tickin’ fast, Better make a move, or this day’s your last. Ordhan’s on your heels, and he ain’t gonna quit, So pay up, lad, before you’re deep in the sh*t.
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We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray
Young nigga world, young nigga way until my dying day
You ain't 'bout that action, boy let's not pretend
Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends
It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again
And if they out when you come back then bitch you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
Two-two-three, AR-15
Carbine 9's, they all on me
Fuck with me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy
I swear to God all these niggas dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna fuck her
Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
With it, yeah, with it
Pull up on me with a TEC, huh
Run up on me, you get wet, nigga
Fuck with me, that's your regret
I got some niggas who really be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly
You niggas pussy, you don't want no action
All of my niggas will turn you to past tense
We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
Fuck with us, you get murked, facts nigga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
Yeah, Melly baby
And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah
I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave bro
Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah
(Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby
Young nigga ways, yeah yeah)
I'm with them sharks fuck nigga, I'm for real, hey
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Michael Nguyen / Jamell Maurice Demons
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas) lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc
Bro legit just posted the lyrics to this song.
real
Yo, Harley Finnigan, you’re in a tight spot,
Owin’ Ordhan his coke money, what, did you forget your lot?
You’re duckin’ and divin’, think you’re slick as an eel,
But Ordhan’s on your case, mate, and this sh*t's for real.
You’re out in Belfast streets, think you’re a big lad,
But everyone knows you're just a broke-ass gad.
Talkin' big talk, but you’re just full of it,
Better cough up that cash, or you'll regret it, kid.
Chorus
Blue Balenciagas, you’re strutting in the square,
But that swagger’s gone when Ordhan’s in the air.
You’re flashin’ your gear, but your time’s runnin’ thin,
Better pay up, Harley, or you’re done, my friend.
Verse 2
Think you’re untouchable, but you’re playin’ with fire,
Ordhan’s got the word, and he ain’t no liar.
You’ve been dodgin’ and hidin’, but there’s nowhere to run,
When he catches up, mate, you’re done for fun.
You’re all about the bling, but that won’t save your skin,
This ain’t a game, Harley, it’s a fight you won’t win.
So stop actin’ hard, and just pay what you owe,
Or you’ll be findin’ out how deep this rabbit hole goes.
Chorus
Blue Balenciagas, you’re strutting in the square,
But that swagger’s gone when Ordhan’s in the air.
You’re flashin’ your gear, but your time’s runnin’ thin,
Better pay up, Harley, or you’re done, my friend.
Outro
Tick tock, Harley, the clock’s tickin’ fast,
Better make a move, or this day’s your last.
Ordhan’s on your heels, and he ain’t gonna quit,
So pay up, lad, before you’re deep in the sh*t.
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Te mariaste con nosotros ahora vamos por ti
Hablando que son maliante y salen de ahí
Sigo coronando estás bitche fumando weed
Te tersiamo cn lo fierro afuera del burger king
Contando Andrés bello y enbre en la usa cn los benjamín fraklin
Somos trap con la yuta no estamos niai
Aló Vegeta sayan blue con to el ki
Te tersiamos con los fierro afuera del burger king
X el ñato todos los comentarios de mi
Que pajoo
Me dice el taita que el demonio está en mi
Pero sigo fresco pa la gurr estoy letgo
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