Blizzi Boi 42 Song
[Intro]
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one
Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five
Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine
Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-fou—ah! (Woah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, forty-two but I got forty-two hoes (Woah, woah)
Nigga too old for designer clothes (Woah)
Forty-two racks, step inside a store (Ah-ah)
Got forty-two bags, get forty-two more (Ah-ah)
Still tryna flex, but the boy too old (Ah-ah)
Forty-two, but I got diamonds and gold (Ah-ah)
Forty-two racks, step inside a store (Ah-ah)
Got forty-two bags, get forty-two more
[Verse 1]
Old-ass nigga in some Off-White (Uh)
When I hit her with the dick, can't walk right (Uh)
Old-ass nigga just hop in the motherfuckin' Porsche
You can see the fog light on you
Why these niggas worried 'bout my life? (Yeah)
Got forty-two grams, I'm sky high
Forty-two hoes wanna be my wife
Got forty-two minutes in my life, don't you? (Woah)
Blowin' like forty-two candles
Hit the trip, got forty-two dancers, yeah
Pull in forty-two Phantoms (Skrrt)
Got rich, took forty-two chances, yeah (Skrrt)
And she know that forty-two handsome
Look twenty-five when I'm dancin', yeah
And he gang too, forty-two stamped (Okay)
Real estate, bought forty-two mansions, yeah
[Chorus]
(Woah, ah)
Yeah, forty-two but I got forty-two hoes (Woah, woah)
Nigga too old for designer clothes (Woah)
Forty-two racks, step inside a store (Ah-ah)
Got forty-two bags, get forty-two more (Ah-ah)
Still tryna flex, but the boy too old (Ah-ah)
Forty-two, but I got diamonds and gold (Ah-ah)
Forty-two racks step inside a store (Ah-ah)
Got forty-two bags, get forty-two more
[Refrain]
Uh, old head valid (Oi)
Old head valid, yeah
Old head valid, yeah
Old head valid, yeah
Old head valid, uh, uh
Old head valid, yeah
Old head valid, yeah
Old head valid, yeah
[Verse 2]
Wear the same damn Off-White forty-two times
Yeah, pull up with the gang, got forty-two nines
Them some real street niggas, did forty-two crimes
Just bust down the chain, got forty-two shines
Fifty hoes walked in, but forty-two mine
And the ass so big, think forty-two blind
Green face on the Rollie like forty-two lines
I'm past these niggas, skipped forty-two lines, yeah
Okay, all this money got forty-two grinds
And I walk in the club, seen forty-two dimes
Walked outside and you know the coupe mine
Nigga reach for the chain, shoot 'em forty-two times (Brrt)
Everybody know I'ma blow in due time
Forty-two, but my European shoe forty-five
I'ma be rappin' till the boy forty-five
Forty-two, but a nigga tote forty-five
[Refrain]
Uh, old head valid (Yeah)
Old head valid, yeah
Old head valid, yeah
Old head valid, yeah
Old head valid, uh, uh
Old head valid, yeah
Old head valid, yeah
Old head valid, yeah
