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444 Lyrics by Blake the Snake

DISASTER THEORY

2020

(Intro: Blake the Snake and Donald Trump)
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Oh, I love Blake the Snake. Yuh, yuh, yuh
He's the greatest producer and rap artist I've ever seen. Yuh, yuh, yuh
Quite frankly he's one of the best of the best. Yuh, yuh, yuh
I make billions and billions of dollars and I've never seen anything quite like Blake the Snake in my life. Yuh, yuh, yuh
(Verse)
Not gonna play with your feelings, I made a couple of million, pennies
Just from all the change I get from 444 at Wendy’s
And you tell me that’s gross? I guess you’re out of the limit when it
Comes to collecting, dealing, and selling, also burger flippin'
Just tell me how you think you already know me?
Who you know that flies around city puffin weed
And we always be the ones who carry out our business
In the 303, but right now I feel like on mercury , haha
Locked and loaded pop like Otis shit, I’m off the codeine
Poppin molly’s but I only do it with the homies
Keep it lowkey no aggravation, defend like goalie
In the white house, after I kicked out Amy Coney
I think it’s funny how people come up to me shouting my name, woo
Like we not in the same room, scream at a different mane, woo
Serving up all the cane woo, ain’t that what you came for?
If not, I don't blame you, just get out of my face, foo
Now we pushing old school out the deal, yo
Seven choppers send yo ass to the field, yo
I was pumping out them shit like it was a dookie
And i be fucking on yo bitch, like she was a groupie
What the fuck, suck my cock, just for a minute I’ll be on the run
You could be laying with dragons and rolling up backwoods that means that you don’t give a fuck
Test your luck, fuck is this, Mortal Kombat, Jacqui Briggs
Yeah I'm back in the building, I’m stacking the millions and you could just suck on my dick, uh
Bands on table, willing and I’m able
I see couple hundred thousand dollars, that’s my bankroll
Say it hoe, say my name
Blake the snake, in the game
You a lame, run in place
And I’m yelling fuck the fame
Catch a case, not a suitcase
I’m fuckin with these 808s
I’m blowing out the speakers while I’m sipping on some Tanqueray, uh
Getting the money’s required
But I don’t answer to buyers
But I’m not gonna get fired
Businessman for hire
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Blake the Snake

Blake the Snake

About “444” by Blake the Snake

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"444" appears on "DISASTER THEORY" in 2020.

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