Lyrics:
Tom Thumb jumped up and said "I got one,
David Duke and Farrakhan riding side-by-side on the top gun"
[Shock-G]
Hickory Dickory Dock, each day I hear
Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration
Ready to loc, I'm smokin' tracks like it's (blunted)
I'm frontin' 'bout .44 mags and G rags
My khakis, t-shirt
to suckers i tell em to blow me
Need euros Ginobli, more rings like im Kobe
They want the shine but i grind by my lonely
Fuck all the oppers now act like they
I’m finna blow
Yh Yh I’m finna blow
Call me Babzy b
Don’t fuck with me
I’m finna blow that’s on G-O-D
Affi make racks for mummy mi
I’m sick and tired
will blow the sax for me
If she wants good sex , ask for me
If i don't pull out i'm sorry
We'll name the baby after me
I want it all, never settle like
!
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow!
Do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey
Gillespie...blow!
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow!
Do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some
!
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow!
Do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey
to bring heat
Junebug with the eight ball crackin' for sho
We Bout to fall in the back studio and blow
[Tray-D]
Compound locked down foundation set
So keep
for the lick
We bout to blow up, the gang is in charge
We bout to blow up, the gang is in charge
We bout to blow up, the gang is in charge
Brooklyn
jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
(Verse 1)
I tell 'em no lie
I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
I
sometimes you win sometimes you loose
I pay dues like I pay tax,
don t get me stated by the honours that I stax
Yo I better show some respect and know how
C7 F
The night is forever and lonely winds blow
C G7 C
And I feel like cryin for time goes so slow
right, it's gon' snow
Told y'all I was gon' blow, Kinky be said so
Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an ****
Ain't nothin' to a G, ****, I been here before
number one on the charts! (You're a masquerade!)
Paying for your Billboard slots! (You're a masquerade!)
Because the block knows hot! (You're
dick to blow up the pussy for the rest of the night
Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggas
They tough niggas that snuff niggas
but watch out for the ghosts (Get the ghosts)
Everyday, people tell me Kyle is a G.O.A.T
I just go say, yea, yea I know (Yea, I know)
Know that I got
but watch out for the ghosts (Get the ghosts)
Everyday, people tell me Kyle is a G.O.A.T
I just go say, yea, yea I know (Yea, I know)
Know that I got
I sent my prayers up to G O D, G O D
Jesus MVP it would be O G be O G
if you could make this song a B O P, B O P
make it blow up like it was TNT, TNT
chinny, chin, chin
Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin
Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in
be there by morning
like one two i dey buckle my shoes
three four and i’m coming for you.
CHORUS
My London girl your body bad
The way you move, you
taste for distrust
I had to give myself the bust
Whose at my door, what's their escape?
How many palaces we break?
Hyped up the world, blows up my mind
TNT
Blow up the scene like TNT
I don't wanna hear your rhyming please
You ain't got bars and you ain't got p's
TNT
Scene went boom like TNT
With my
long
Longing for you to come home
All around the wind blows
We would only hold on to let go
Blow a kiss, fire a gun
We need someone to lean
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