Lyrics:
(Blow, blow, blow)
Take that
(One)
For the hell of it
(Two)
That's a definite
(Three)
Better give it up
(Four)
How I hit 'em up
(Now)
I'ma
Virgil, fuck nigga tried charging me sixty G's
Twenty-five for the duffle bag
Nigga still countin' bands, baby, don't count on me
Maybach ain't come
and blow back out on me
Well my mama, she done told me
And my papa told me too
Mama told me
And my papa told me too
A woman that gets in your face
more time
I've got to know,
How you came to blow my mind
Closer
Pleasure, passion
Tonite's the night I'm looking for your action
I want to hold
want to be there, don't you want to know?
Where the grace and simple truth of childhood go
Don't you want to be there when the trumpets blow
Blow for
cats
Just me Ty and B.I.g, thug it like that
E, Dame and Biggs, who else fuckin with that?
Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothin for that
Other than
Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? Blow it
time that I would ask her
Then one evening her flame of love blew out
Blow me down and pick me up!
She swapped me for a trout
Got a whale
Ring out the bells and let the trumpets blow,
And beat on the drums, for now I know, I know;
I am loved, I am loved,
What a wonderful thing,
What
a hit and run thing
It's gotta count for something
So we go
Toe to toe
Never knowing what our cards were
Even though
Blow by blow
We can not
A man and a woman come together as strangers
When they part they're
Usually strangers still
It's like a practical joke played
On us by our maker
have seen the light,
I'm good by day and I'm good by night,
So blow, Gabriel, blow,
Once I was headed for hell,
Once I was headed for hell,
But
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
away he blows when the main man talk everybody know his name one
Man with a mission and a taste for pain hi, hi, hi, hi no, no, no, no he
Injects
pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny
of this course, blow me
Bitch, I do this all for the sport only
But I want it all, I'm not just talking awards, homie
And the balls in my court and it's
of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
Everything you've gotten
You've gotten by
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
come up here (uh)
(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick
like me is hard to come by
The Patrón-ón? Let's go get it on
The zone-one? Yes, I'm in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I'ma blow all
of the past
And I'm truly sorry
I couldn't make it last
Walk the way the wind blows
Cry the tears, I've cried
Hopin' for you, darlin'
To be here by my
G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit with me, 50
All we do is stunt and blow the paper
The paper
The balling make a hater wanna hate us
The haters
Can't take it when they see the money
Got good green? Green-ass nigga, blow it with me
Cop me a drop, paint mine real pretty
100 grand in the Chevy, rep my city
I rep my city like a G's
go down on Galway Bay
For the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands
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