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Lil Fentanyl
blow it up lyrics by Lil Fentanyl
Intro
Two hits on my back and I’m still winnin’, call me Donald Trump
Got dweebs online talkin’ ‘bout my ‘sonas daily, like I got BPD
Call me Gordon Ramsay, ‘cause I’m cookin’
When I step in the kitchen, turn me up, what you bumpin’?
Chorus
I blow it up like 9/11, R.I.P, sent to heaven
Big ol’ heart, like Kevin, but I ain’t 4’11
Ain’t the same height since I was seven
Gang, gang, what you reppin’?
Spider whip, that’s a McClaren
Speedin’ fast, Paul Aron
Verse 1
I just got a million dollars, that’s a big fee
My dad is MrBeast, yuh, big shoutout to Jimmy
I punched my big sis’ ‘cause she said I was a sissy
Many men on me, got me walkin’ like I’m 50
Fifty rounds, no BB, I can’t gunfight with you bums
‘Cause I’m busy rollin’ up oak trees, ayy
I got that big D, hit the high note like I’m Whitney
I got opps from here to Philly, just kidding, bro, I’m silly
I’m Billy, a hillbilly, got animals on my farm
I fed my cat somе yarn, then, I took ‘em to the barn
I’m sharpеning these hoes, and I grip ‘em with my arm
I pulled y’all out the dirt, where the hell is my croissant?
Even if I was gay, I’d still take yo’ bitch any time of the day
I’m rockin’ Air Jordans but my G.O.A.T is Le’ James
I’m sippin’ on promethazine, smokin’ on Dave
Chorus
I blow it up like 9/11, R.I.P, sent to heaven
Big ol’ heart, like Kevin, but I ain’t 4’11
Ain’t the same height since I was seven
Gang, gang, what you reppin’?
Spider whip, that’s a McClaren
Speedin’ fast, Paul Aron
Verse 2
Swingin’ tree to tree in 320, I’m ‘bout to be hangin’ from baby maker
All of this to say ‘cause I been movin’ up, just like escalators
Big sales, might need a calculator, risin’ to the top, like an elevator
Never goin’ down, stayin’ elevated, I’m the shit, but I’m still constipated
Speedin’, stay in yo’ lane, ‘fore I go and catch a case
Eatin’, ‘cause you know I slay, already on top of the game
England, that’s my favorite place, from the nights into the days
London, where you from? ‘Ello, I’m British, mate
Shootin’ up my oppositions, drinking tea and crumpets
I play in a big band, blowing on my trumpet
I blow it up like 9/11, R.I.P, sent to heaven
Gang, gang, what you reppin’?
6-9, stay steppin’
