Facade - Bla$tin' lyrics

Facade X EDY Bla$tin' (Ft. Dartanion Crayzee & Daekwan Lutz) Chorus: Who that boy, that got it good Who them ones, that got it brackin' Why do we do it, we don't know? What we do is straight blastin' Blastin'. No average Straight blastin' Blastin'. No average Straight blastin' Verse 1: Open my laptop. Thats Apple. Sinning all day on my Macbook Writing notes, daily, a mad crook. In the back room, in the lab, going astro Smoking more dope in the office, go obnoxious, so hoes want my d!ck Steady slow blow, when on my tip. I'm the black market Giving whatchu wanna hear… Not slow for no one, I be off over the air Light bulbs disappear, headphones on the ears. Black atmosphere In my head I don't care bout nothing Whatever subject, topic we touching My blood rushing, we ain't ones to fuxk wit Trust me, all out, like a mosh pit (Oh sh**) Post Chorus: Throw that middle finger, like I hold it to ya face All my hittas, coming wit it, be up in the fuxken place Do just what I do and make it happen everyday I be chillin' wit the squaaa Why the fuxk you s**as hating, we about to put it on If you cannot spell career, can't be claiming you got one How they fake and acting petty, all this sh** it soon be gone Word is bond Chorus: Who that boy, that got it good Who them ones, that got it brackin' Why do we do it, we don't know? What we do is straight blastin' Blastin'. No average Straight blastin' Blastin'. No average Straight blastin' Verse 2: Daekwan Lutz Ooh I'm gunning on it ... Mama said thats a promise .. Got no time for waiting on blessings... Cause lately I've waited the longest Now my boys they come and go... They show you overload.... We hold it down for our town Now you got no where to go Trust me ...when I tell you this Most likely I'll prolly be honest Couldn't care less what you thought about me Just make sure I ain't in the office... See em go go ask me See you lo lo happy They wanna see me go at it Like this coco trapping Post Chorus: (Crayzee & Daekwan) Throw that middle finger, like I hold it to ya face All my hittas, coming wit it, be up in the fuxken place Do just what I do and make it happen everyday I be chillin' wit the squaaa Why the fuxk you s**as hating, we about to put it on If you cannot spell career, can't be claiming you got one How they fake and acting petty, all this sh** it soon be gone Word is bond Chorus: Who that boy, that got it good Who them ones, that got it brackin' Why do we do it, we don't know? What we do is straight blastin' Blastin'. No average Straight blastin' Blastin'. No average Straight blastin'