Blazin (feat. Enisa) - Timmy Trumpet

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[Chorus:] Skies are dark and days are rainy Houston, Texas blazin Janey Things been kinda crazy lately But they'll never fade my baby [Verse 1: SPM] Hard in the paint I don't think ya can stop me Sell so much yay, boys call me Lil' Rocky Guess what I bought me? An old ass jalopy Slapped it out nasty, going down Scott street Working on my tape, I'ma call it What Just Rate Working on my movie, called Planets of the Dranks I'm true to my hood, real with my patnas Houston went Screwston that kinda shocked us, shocked us Flip flop, white leather, bring it down at nice weather, I'm a big dice bedder, Polo on my tight sweater It's the eye opener, strike like cobra Pockets on swoll, I mean fat like Oprah Bang to the boogie, the game getting uhugly Roll with the bird just like the dog Snoopy Rivals, punks trying to hold my title You couldn't pass me on a muthafuckin' motorcycle [Chorus x2] [Powda:] Shit ain't the way it use to be, baby things is kinda crazy Be blazin on a Janey just to keep me sane See this cats is acting shady but I promise they can't fade me Too real to the game can't touch me or that SP Like the birdman, why? Cause I fly in any weather On the rainiest of days I still be doing better Stacking chedda that's my mission, never cease no doubt You can hate it you can love it, but you can't stop my route I be reppin' to the fullest Dope House, ride or die Don't test my soldiers, we don't click we familize Damn the skies if they dark, cause we still gone shine Every time we come around, we gone leave them boys blind Stay high, I'ma keep my head up Stay on my grind, I can keep my bread up Never lead up playa, we ain't going no where We some veterans in the game, been hustling for years [SPM:] Dvd changer, stacker and a slanger Bring her to the party with one in the chamber Married to the cut, renew my vows Walking down the isles in my pink crocodiles I'm a scorer and a choppa, cook like Betty Crocker Boys wanna knock me, but fuck a nigga knock'a I'm the realest in this business, more ikas than a chemist But the fear in hymnist, but got love like tennis I'm a menace, squeeze triggas like lemons I could win a rap contest with one sentence And they jealous but I could show em' what hell is I bring the rain and ya bring umbrellas I'm restless, black lock, cock it back, aim and shoot Nigga blowing up like some muthafuckin' Romen soup Kandy coupe, I use to be too fat to hoop Now I jump so high niggas think that I got magic shoes [Chorus x2]