AUDIO: BLOUSIN by Rob49

American singer-songwriter and performer, Rob49, introduces a new song titled "BLOUSIN".

The well enchanted song serves as Rob49's latest entry this year following previously released songs.

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With his unique blend of soulful melodies and captivating lyrics, Rob49 continues to make waves in the music industry. His latest track, "BLOUSIN," showcases his talent and versatility as an artist.

Fans of Rob49 will not be disappointed with this new release. The infectious beat and catchy chorus of "BLOUSIN" are sure to have listeners hitting the repeat button.

Rob49 BLOUSIN Lyrics:
Turn it up, turn me up in the headphones
Turn me up more, man
Some more
Yeah
Biggest in this shit, man, fuck a nigga talkin' about?
Slow motion better than no motion, man
Shit, yeah

Soon as I wake up, it's hustle, if you ever played, it's fuck you
He a shooter, he don't scuffle, he blow that horn like David Ruffin
Big ol' chain, shit cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin
Make that call and smackers poppin' out, bitch, don't get hit 'bout money

He sellin' cane, pops was doin' the same thing until them crackers came
House party just like Kid 'n Play, yo' dog done showed us where you stay
If your gang starvin', you ain't no real nigga, pussy, share your plate
You can see real in my face, pop your top, see what you think (hmm)
I ain't get no sleep in a week, I seen more banks than feet
They keep askin' who the biggest out, nigga should've knew it's me (hmm)
House arrest for seven months, I got kicked off the lease (hmm)
Brodie called me from the fuckin' feds, said he want Angel Reese
He want Latto sister (hmm), told 'em I'll pop it for him (hmm)
He been locked up, told him when he touch down, bitch, I'ma put you on (hmm)
He so use to me fuckin' project hoes, I'm tryna show him somethin' (hmm)
He feel like if I fuck, then he fucked, bitch, that's my fuckin' brother (hmm)
Shittin' on nigga like I took a laxative, catch big 4 in traffic (hmm)
Catch big 4 in lassie, sleep on a fuckin' groupie mattress (hmm)
Say I ain't get that pack in, fuck-nigga, stop that fuck cappin'
You was my dog in high school, see you today, I'ma fuckin' smack ya (hmm)
That's how shit be, come through solo, I ain't gotta be ten deep
Put my hoes in CC, Big 4 poppin' out, Lamborghini (hmm)
My girl cuz'll put shit down, don't make Big 4 call Nikki (hmm)
Niggas rather die than see me shine, well fuck-boy die, you see me
Them moissanites not VV, this here on me is VV
That shit on VM VV, the pack touch down, that's TD
I'm on forty pills weekly, when they bust, I'm sleepy
If my ho work, then she get it, I take care the needy
I take care my of people, I take care of my dogs in jail
I take care of my uncle, locked up right now with a L

Skee
Skee
Skee
Yeah

Soon as I wake up, it's hustle, if you ever played, it's fuck you
He a shooter, he don't scuffle, he blow that horn like David Ruffin
Big ol' chain, shit cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin
Make that call and smackers poppin' out, bitch, don't get hit 'bout money

I ain't none of that talkin', get on your knees, bitch, treat me like a God
Brodie play with cars, he come back with them toys like Santa Claus
We pop out all kind of cars, ask lil' G, we break the law
2020, went set up shop in BR, nigga think I'm from the north

Skee
Skee
Skee
Skee