Lyrics:
like glass, I be freakin' blindin' me
My level's hard to see, you besta just admire me
Everywhere I go, she go
I go in the sto' just to blow big dough
sky mood
Buddy baby
Touch me slow
Rapping baby
Imma blow like drake
I’m taking a step
I’m making a move
Don’t you forget
To give my respect
I’m
told me, "Don't be like me
Just finish watching cartoons"
Which is funny now cause all I see
Is Wile E coyotes in the room
And I run it (Blow! Blow
I show you how to do this youngin
How you want it my sneaks is nine hundred
These ain't Gucci baby these is the Louis
In the kitchen with the white
They don't even faze me
Haters sit down, please
Ice on my neck, freeze
Negative five degrees
Rocking the Louis V
Gotcha girl on her knees
We blow
no, so
I can't conceive
That leaves would grow on trees
And blow with the breeze
And come back next Spring
But the perplexities of life
Brings
sweet evening breeze
Bring my baby back to me
It's an ill wind that blows nobody good
Blows nobody good they say
It's an ill wind that blows nobody
the breeze lil baby yeah
Tell me what you need baby
I'm what you need baby
I'm right here baby
Come spend a night with me baby
Let's go for the drive, cruise
on McQueen, Givenchy, Louis too (Sauce)
Double band the money this is nothing new (Old)
Money over bitches baby who are you
Ima blow komma then another komma
blow
I'm just doing my thing, just doin' my thing
Just floatin' on a breeze
I'm just doing my thing, just doin' my thing
Don't worry 'bout me
blow let it breeze
We can let if flow
Something like the seas
Baby let me know
When I gotta reach
We ain’t gotta waste no time
If you ask then I might
seed, plus
Teeter-totter, caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much
For me to wanna stay in one
seed, plus
Teeter-totter, caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much
For me to wanna stay in one
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
seed, plus
Teeter-totter, caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much
For me to wanna stay in one
Teeter-totter, caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much
For me to wanna stay in one spot, another day
and my side bitch
I'm feeling like Saddam
They head the bomb, and if her baby daddy tripping
Fuck that nigga
I push that nigga hairline back like he
and blow the ashes off
Floatin' in the breeze and the palm trees (Palm trees)
I got her like she got me (Like she got me)
She my number one rider
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
and you gon' stay high
May I answer your Third Question like A.I
Say hi, to my niggas left in the slammer
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
Let me roll
We want your mind to blow
Just got some things to do
Back on the creep after losing some change
Seen my partner, Big Chief and James
were gray
You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me, baby
Never ever give my (meow) away and keep
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