Lyrics:
Daily conversations with the higher power
You facin' a soul of a rebel
So before I reach my final hour (wooh)
Blow out the candle of the devil
Tech on the last song like
I know they hate it when I roll by
You talking shit that you don't know about
I cannot lose focus, they tryna blow my
starving
This picture I'm just painting
There's no more me being patient
I just bought a jag
Louis V and Chanel yea I got her a new bag
Sipping so much syrup
Said you lames didn’t know that I’mma bout to blow that I’m bout blow gonna put on a show never fall for any hoe always stick by bros out the sticks
racks, walk in with like fifty)
Talkin' 'bout them shots and them racks
I blow boffum (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
All that killer talk these
the day pass by
In the daygo night
Lets go, lets ride
Throw your hands to the sky
Holla back mothafxcka
Do it for the westside
Blow dro, blow smoke
Don't
blow at the moon
I wanna blow at the moon
I'm the highest in the room
I'm the highest in the room
Eyes red like baboon
Eyes red like baboon
Get high
speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
Gucci bag with the Louis belt
You know I keep the Glock by the stash on the shelf
Your money too short nigga yous
after
Let's do this little by little
Make moves little by little
Blow up little by little
And show up little by little
Might not be designer wear
I still
after
Let's do this little by little
Make moves little by little
Blow up little by little
And show up little by little
Might not be designer wear
I still
money I burn it (yeah)
Blow through these racks 'cause I earned it (whoa)
Walk into Neiman, I'm splurging (prr)
Hop in a Lamb' and I'm swerving (cute)
Young buck callin me he wanna
Be a friend of me my hearts empty (empty)
So don't tempt me (Tempt me)
That red dot on the Glock will blow ya memory
censorship
I'm a Chicagoan 'til Chicago wins
'Til we blow like Chicago wind
I don't know what's better
Gettin' laid or gettin' paid
I just know when I'm
mine
What kinda man fall in love with his mankind
Type of brother that'd bleed for a brother
They say remember Him by drinking red wine
When He
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
These sunny days, colorful arrays
Trees blow with hues and grays
To be one who submits and prays
Into the heart of God I gaze these sunny days
These
don't stop, stop
It's Len and Kurtis Blow
(And we're blowing up the spot)
[Sharon Costanzo] {Kurtis Blow} (D-Rock)
**samples scratched in by Mr.
the beat, baby came to get with it
I'm in cherry red Chucks, Anaheim fitted
Brim low, drive by, tell 'em Anaheim did it
Game the banger, part time
Aye, it's MJ
AKA The Heir-Apparent
Yeah, aye, aye
Gucci belt, Louis shoes, and some Jimmy Choo's
But the devil wears Prada, don't get it confused
Red
red lips the scent is sauce
Clean as a whistle oh hoe oh hoe blow it
Make her wet we havin dinner by the ocean
I bring my home with i'm never home sick
'em, never crash though
If you really hate me, you can find my by my CashApp
Spent a couple stacks on a Louis V backpack
Roll up taking pictures, then
Missouri too
So, naturally, I got my doubts
You got 'em droppin' by the wayside
A feelin' I ain't gonna know
You came a long way from St. Louis
But,
swagger was her dagger; she sashayed my way and gave me her math told me told to call her. I lured into her trap. Hypnotize by beauty this short cutie said
There's a flag on the play
Red bottoms, blue eyes on the dame
And she prime for the fame
Lil' baby get your pride out the way
We could ride for
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