Nef The Pharaoh Bling Blaow Lyrics

[Nef The Pharaoh:]

Still smokin’ this fatwoods

(Wrigh wright wright wright)

Bitch look at my motherfuckin’ neck (at my neck)

She see me in the traffic and she wrecked

These rapper niggas want some money come Stretch

Make one false move and get left (pow pow pow)

You was PC’d up with no rec time

While I was at the bank like is check time

Chang the barber, bitch I cut every line

Karo’ing nerds, its cut every time

You pussy boys smell like hella period

With the gold plated chains you can’t be serious (what the fuck)

Fake thugs don’t put no fear in us

The only one I fear ain’t here with us, God

Icy neck full of rocks

Bitch I wear what made the titanic stop

Where was you at when we was gettin on cops

From tryina stop niggas from tryna cop that glittery shit

Look at my neck bling blaow

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Look at my neck bling blaow

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Look at my neck bling blaow

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Look at my neck bling blaow

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Look at my neck bling blaow

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Look at my neck bling blaow

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Look at my neck bling blaow

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Look at my neck bling blaow

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[Slimmy B:]

Why your bottom bitch got a nigga a neck froze? (Drownin’)

Diamonds changin colors like a gecko

Bling-Blaow V.V.S make my chest go

Fake nigga, snake nigga, thuggin’ let that tec blow

Run up with that bullshit

Now all his chest gone

For a long time I was the same nigga slept on

950 Yeezys broke

Bitches get stepped on

And for my nigga Chang Chang I let that tec blow

Real north nigga, never been a dork nigga

Why funk with y’all

You the type to go to court, nigga

Fuck a Honda Civic I’m the droptop Porsche nigga

Four, Five heatstick bounce out and torch niggas

SOB, bitch if you ain’t gang don’t pronounce it

Jigging for them P’s, nigga we don’t flip ounces

[Nef the Pharaoh]

It’s money over here, broke bitch don’t come around us

[Slimmy B]

Diamonds like water I got a young nigga drowning

[Nef The Pharaoh]

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah

Look at my neck bling blaow

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Look at my neck bling blaow

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Look at my neck bling blaow

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Look at my neck bling blaow

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Shining like a crystal ball I’m finna break dance

Nigga touch me? He won’t make it

Where your diamonds at, I cannot see ’em in the dark

Lil shrimpie it ain’t a compliment I’m calling you a mark

Dipped in butter, all the hoes flutter

My neck is on (wow) your nack is on (shut up)

You the type type of nigga that scared of the diamond tester

And I’m the type of the nigga that fuck your bitch off in the Tesla

I’ma Sick Wid It soldier, Neffy took over

You got your jewellery from the middle of the mall

I see you post it

It go twinckle-twinckle punk ass star (punk ass star)

How come your diamonds don’t hit that hard?

My shit hit like a Pimp on his broad

My shit hit like bass in the car

She tryin to race to the car, to give me face in the car

I don’t need a flashlight I use my chain in the dark (whoa)

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah

Look at my neck bling blaow

Woah