96 by BLi33A Lyrics
[Verse 1]
How the hell do I open up?
Hard shell, soft inside like a coconut (What?)
Path ahead, rowing now
The blast is next, I’m going up
Ting on the seaside
Lying on the beach with her knees high
Eye on her body, that shit looking sweet like a bee hive
Kites only fly in the wind, that’s how I see life
Listen, bli33a the chef of the kitchen
Killing this cook class with no intermission
If I wrote a book it’d be facts only non fiction
Bitch trynna teach me, huh?
Look in her eyes, I’m not listening, nah
Girl just spread your cheeks like two peaches
I (whoo!) when we meet at the beaches
Fuck everything we need more than one season
[Chorus] x2
96 in my shot, 96 in my shot
Writing shit, 3 o’ clock
Tiny ships in my thoughts
Finna swim like a yacht
Drinking this on the spot (yuh)
Hitting targets quick, Rob Cross
And bitch I’m not gonna stop
[Verse 2]
Hidden messages, rid of an essence
Picturing blessings, missing hits like it’s checkers
Thoughts come quick on tomorrows bed
But pain doesn’t ease when the sun sets
Bitches ride my dick like a thoroughbred
I’m not rich but I never borrow bread
Living lit like Warren Buffett
Just kidding, baby you’re in Ukraine? So no head?
Broken-hearted chill out
Woke up, started cooking meals now
Woke up, started booking deals now
Vodka clear like a crystal
I won’t stop, ‘cause I don’t listen
Proper bars like a prison
Locked gaze on the stars
Without reason, God brought me places far
I must be dreaming (yuh)
How the hell do I open up?
Hard shell, soft inside like a coconut (What?)
Path ahead, rowing now
The blast is next, I’m going up
Ting on the seaside
Lying on the beach with her knees high
Eye on her body, that shit looking sweet like a bee hive
Kites only fly in the wind, that’s how I see life
Listen, bli33a the chef of the kitchen
Killing this cook class with no intermission
If I wrote a book it’d be facts only non fiction
Bitch trynna teach me, huh?
Look in her eyes, I’m not listening, nah
Girl just spread your cheeks like two peaches
I (whoo!) when we meet at the beaches
Fuck everything we need more than one season
[Chorus] x2
96 in my shot, 96 in my shot
Writing shit, 3 o’ clock
Tiny ships in my thoughts
Finna swim like a yacht
Drinking this on the spot (yuh)
Hitting targets quick, Rob Cross
And bitch I’m not gonna stop
[Verse 2]
Hidden messages, rid of an essence
Picturing blessings, missing hits like it’s checkers
Thoughts come quick on tomorrows bed
But pain doesn’t ease when the sun sets
Bitches ride my dick like a thoroughbred
I’m not rich but I never borrow bread
Living lit like Warren Buffett
Just kidding, baby you’re in Ukraine? So no head?
Broken-hearted chill out
Woke up, started cooking meals now
Woke up, started booking deals now
Vodka clear like a crystal
I won’t stop, ‘cause I don’t listen
Proper bars like a prison
Locked gaze on the stars
Without reason, God brought me places far
I must be dreaming (yuh)