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BLESSED Video (MV)




Performed By: Value Vinnie
Language: English
Length: 1:46
Written by: LAURA BETH SULLIVAN
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Value Vinnie - BLESSED Lyrics




This should be worth a quarter mil, check your lottery ticket
He blast off like the lottery hit him
They left that boy in shards like the pottery hit him
The fine china hit the kid, dog bark within em' yeah

My first verse, they put a price upon my head
They listened to it, I reeled him in, I put a vice around they neck
You was down while I was up, while I was siphoning the checks
I was bringing them fools together like a hyphen in the mix, yeah

Bars galore, put a diabetic in a comatose
He sold his soul, he sold it to the pillies till he overdosed
Hold the phone, the only goat got the ocean flow
I can see the snow up in her nose, she got a broken soul

And I'm flying over totem poles
They told me slow it down, I'm pushing 40 in the hunnid zone
They know it's cold, sleepless nights, ain't no place to go
Nothing in my bag but a note pad and a flannel coat

I was seeing double in the trap, I know they mad
Cause they see I'm putting Scotia on the map
Like who is that
Like who is that

Who is that
Who is that
Who is that
Who is that

Who is that
Who is that
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English

This should be worth a quarter mil, check your lottery ticket
He blast off like the lottery hit him
They left that boy in shards like the pottery hit him
The fine china hit the kid, dog bark within em' yeah

My first verse, they put a price upon my head
They listened to it, I reeled him in, I put a vice around they neck
You was down while I was up, while I was siphoning the checks
I was bringing them fools together like a hyphen in the mix, yeah

Bars galore, put a diabetic in a comatose
He sold his soul, he sold it to the pillies till he overdosed
Hold the phone, the only goat got the ocean flow
I can see the snow up in her nose, she got a broken soul

And I'm flying over totem poles
They told me slow it down, I'm pushing 40 in the hunnid zone
They know it's cold, sleepless nights, ain't no place to go
Nothing in my bag but a note pad and a flannel coat

I was seeing double in the trap, I know they mad
Cause they see I'm putting Scotia on the map
Like who is that
Like who is that

Who is that
Who is that
Who is that
Who is that

Who is that
Who is that
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Writer: LAURA BETH SULLIVAN
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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