Blackjack

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Always keep my-
 Always keep my-
 ♪
 
 Always keep my-
 Always keep my-
 How I ride, why I ride, never really had to try
 I, I, I, euh
 Never mind that (blackjack)
 Needle to the mainline junk prepared in a head that
 Never came up for air
 Fallin' apart, can't get a grip
 Don't give a fuck if I did
 Way shit goes
 It'll be just fine
 Oh, oh, oh
 How to rob men blind
 (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that
 (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that
 (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that
 Can't do a thing
 Black, black
 Black, black
 Black, black
 Black, black
 Blackjack
 Comin' from that hit me until
 21 makes
 Your chips mine
 Black jack don't trip
 You got the bill
 21 shots to your grill
 Bow down or die everytime
 I slap them thangs
 Flat black chains rattlin'
 Shawshank the box
 Can't be contained
 Man came to pick the lock
 Empty the vault
 And leave no trace
 Sleep don't wake
 Hit 'em low and keep rollin' to the beat no breaks
 Slow it down then accelerate
 To hell it's cake
 Like sellin' weight
 No middle man
 Made bitch mistakes
 (Blackjack)
 High king, ace, to knees the place
 Put down by G's raisin' the stakes
 You know what's up
 Straight
 How the fuck is that?
 (Blackjack)
 You know what's up
 Straight
 But don't forget to watch this
 Tongue push bankroll off my lips
 Who the hell are you legit?
 What the fuck you think, man? Shit
 (Blackjack)
 Always keep my, blackjack
 Always keep my
 No need to count the deck
 I own it
 Drop that
 Lead chin check
 To your dome it's on black
 Respect me zone or get caught back-handed
 Leather strap hit you so hard knocked flat
 Broke by a bloke with that golden contact
 Glove hold the smoke
 Of most high fire bon tap tap
 Can't do a thing but fold, yeah, watch that
 (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that
 (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that
 (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that
 Can't do a thing
 Black, black
 Black, black
 Black, black
 Black, black
 But don't forget to watch this
 Tongue push bankroll off my lips
 Who the hell are you legit?
 What the fuck you think, man? Shit
 You know what's up
 Straight
 How the fuck is that?
 (Blackjack)
 Blackjack, don't trip you got the bill
 21 shots to your grill (blackjack)
 Always keep my-
 Always keep my-
 Always keep my-
 Always keep my-
 

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Duration
02:22
Key
4
Tempo
137 BPM

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