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In the Way Video (MV)




Performed By: Bleeze YF
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Blair Wynn




Bleeze YF - In the Way Lyrics




Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
I heard these niggas plottin' on Bleeze
But these niggas not in my league
Them niggas better stay in they lane, I got the flame who hotter than me?
Banna wit me that's a lot of degrees
I'm getting chicken, that's a lot of blue cheese
So if you bet against us then that's just bad luck
Better call backup and tell em' send more backup
See, ya'll gon be dressed in an all-black tux
Niggas on the gram like to talk mad tough
But it's a whole different story when we see em', they be tryna walk past us
I don't know what got em' all gassed up
They foot on the pedal my foot on they neck
If they poke out they chest I'ma put em' in check
If they pull up to me I'ma out em' to rest, yes

Same shit, different day, tryna put food on the dinner plate
If you ain't wit the gang then you in the way, well ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em'
Same shit, different day, tryna put food on the dinner plate
If you ain't wit the gang then you in the way, well ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em' anyway
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Ain't no room for em'
Tear the club up
Tear the club up

I been puttin' work in, I'm workin'
Niggas bought it but I earned it, I deserve it
Never said that I was perfect, but I'm learning
Check the blinker it's my turn bitch, crash and burn bitch
Skrrrrt, swerve on em'
Keep it instrumental, I ain't got no words for em'
My city on my back
I'm down for my set like a quarterback
Finna take off, where your boarding pass?
Hung up on her, now she callin' back
To back, to back
Now she hooked, where the chorus at?
Same shit, different day, tryna put food on the dinner plate
If you ain't wit the gang then you in the way, well ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em'
Same shit, different day, tryna put food on the dinner plate
If you ain't wit the gang then you in the way, well ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em'
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
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Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
I heard these niggas plottin' on Bleeze
But these niggas not in my league
Them niggas better stay in they lane, I got the flame who hotter than me?
Banna wit me that's a lot of degrees
I'm getting chicken, that's a lot of blue cheese
So if you bet against us then that's just bad luck
Better call backup and tell em' send more backup
See, ya'll gon be dressed in an all-black tux
Niggas on the gram like to talk mad tough
But it's a whole different story when we see em', they be tryna walk past us
I don't know what got em' all gassed up
They foot on the pedal my foot on they neck
If they poke out they chest I'ma put em' in check
If they pull up to me I'ma out em' to rest, yes

Same shit, different day, tryna put food on the dinner plate
If you ain't wit the gang then you in the way, well ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em'
Same shit, different day, tryna put food on the dinner plate
If you ain't wit the gang then you in the way, well ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em' anyway
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Ain't no room for em'
Tear the club up
Tear the club up

I been puttin' work in, I'm workin'
Niggas bought it but I earned it, I deserve it
Never said that I was perfect, but I'm learning
Check the blinker it's my turn bitch, crash and burn bitch
Skrrrrt, swerve on em'
Keep it instrumental, I ain't got no words for em'
My city on my back
I'm down for my set like a quarterback
Finna take off, where your boarding pass?
Hung up on her, now she callin' back
To back, to back
Now she hooked, where the chorus at?
Same shit, different day, tryna put food on the dinner plate
If you ain't wit the gang then you in the way, well ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em'
Same shit, different day, tryna put food on the dinner plate
If you ain't wit the gang then you in the way, well ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em' anyway
Ain't no room for em'
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
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Writer: Blair Wynn
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