Lyrics:
a minute, my wrist gon' be shinin
Tell my dawg to give me time, then nigga, we gon' blow up
Can't hang around no pussy, nigga, them niggas gon' fold up
I had
I stuff 3 5 in my leaf
Shit so loud like cat pee
Got me running through the bag
Like a track meet
Work hard play hard
Gotta get me
What I shit you
stop the hurting
Fuck a 9-5 I can't be working like a servant my uncle move that clean
I call that nigga dish detergent
Ima blow it for my people I don't
The true hottest; Lots of practice now I done grown up
Start a count down from this bomb threat
It's a matter of time 'fore I blow up
Don of a new era, watch
guess who did it, where the warrants at?
Black bottles through the night until the morning back
Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that
It's 2gether, whoa
Ooohhh it's 2gether, whoa
Number 2-G-E-T-H-E-are
To the CD you play in you car
Drive to, cry to, blow that star
Tiger
blunts already gone
I smoke by the zip you can smell it through the drip
Windows rolled up I'm bout to take a trip out of space
That purple flowers got
the room and bright it up, they got they cameras flashing
Big 9 been a goat , not at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
Fifty cents for chips, two
so it’s best you invest
You should buy calls like you bribing the re
If I blow the whistle these rappers will run
They lie on the track till I pick up
you won't be shakin the spot
Let her know she should be chasing her dreams (chasing her dreams)
Its been a minute you should know me by now
Once I
now but I'm obscene
It's OT and I'm up 3
My brown skin these sun beams
Call me by your name that's some dreams
I fa -
I fantasize those love scenes
and out
Your money ain't loud enough
Homie my radio, drown it out
I sell a model a dream
Before she go to sleep
And free forks for 50 cents
Before they go
Yeah You know what Im Bout
It smell Like New Money in here (Laugh)
Dem Crisp Blue Faces
V1
I come from Young &; Broke
Gritting &; Pushing Dope
From
out the drake, let it blow, Imma send it
Seen you in a whip but I know that it's rented
I been by my lonely, don't care what you say
I know couple
the great anomaly
I can't help I wake up and dollar signs are what I see
I been getting to the paper since the age of 5
Used to walk around and fill a bag
anything from
The five-and-ten-cent store
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own
to get fucked up
Fill my cups up
She text me break it down I told her go roll something up
You trippen relax
Go play that classic by Bob called One Love
Tyrant tyke
Imma take the whole game out
Smk my name
Gone be worldwide
Man, this album
Gonna make your boy blow up
Escalating I am never gonna slow
fishin', blazin' fire with my cousin,
(THAT'S IT) As I become one with the fish,
Collect my thoughts for a bit until I'm ready to spit,
Pick up my celly
Infested with the cess and shit
The fentyl the pepto the benzo
That they lie bout having in instrumentals
They pick up vape pens ‘stead of pencils
It’s
light one
OGT gonna blow like a time bomb
Where you think you gettin all your supplies from
Life flies by, where is the time gone
If it’s ten out of ten
I swear I'ma blow this year
I hope that I blow this year
Watching seasons going by
While I realise I'm the coldest here
Hope a milly get sold this
Yeah, it's shit very simple, yeah, this shit got me losin' my mental
I'ma just walk this shit off like Kemba
Yeah, all alone, instrumental, that
I'm talkin' loco Krayzie as hell
It ain't just a name it's the game
We done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my
Discuss these blow it up instrumental by 5 cent Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In