Lyrics:
Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood
Rolling ten man strong minimum Seven-up like Fido Dido
Scotland Green collect my giro
My whole crew wanted by the 5 0
Cooking up food
Bubbles floating
Or would you rather hang out with your crew?
Niggaz want to smoke with you
Maybe have a drink or two
Baby can we have a day, by the lake?
Conversate?
Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
kinda hot, holusinate and see 1
See 2 girls by the hallway, all day
Staring at my grill, these females want to play
Girls dim the lights and dance 'til
all shy, hmm I wonder why
Every time I look at you, you turn and drop your eye
We faced, began to lace you up with lines
Fragrance by Ann Klein had
747 11 come to bust
Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust
When trust is low and stakes are high
That's all I ever did in Denver was die
acting all shy, hmm I wonder why
Everytime I look at you, you turn and drop your eye
We faced, began to lace you up with lines
Fragrance by Ann Klein
out
You won't get me cause the chain's like it's workin out
But E's - still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang hoe
Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayne
Top
commit Seppuku
And live on through my children and stories cause I got buku
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catcha girly by the toe
If she squealing let it blow
some damn fools
Don’tchu know to do that type of
Dirt down at the sand dunes?’
Disrespectful vandals, prepubescent packrats
One plus two equals a crew
look at my money, like it's not mitunkne yeah yeah
Homie I come from the street, live my life by the rules
If I owe ya I'm gon' get ya, might be ten
to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breath, now take six
eyes vermillion…
Only real ones round me, your crew full of damn reptilians…
Aye, switching the vibe, I gotta live before I can die…
I got a fam, I
If I got one life to live, then I rob cats for the other eight
And count it down, 1-2-3-4-5, The illest underground hip-hop, we bring it to you live
How we come up
By pulling up
Promise we gon' live it up
This for my ballers world-wide, state
To state,
City
To city,
We on the rise
Turn my music high
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
well (well)
Then hop up on the beat and I give them hell (hell)
Yeah cuz that's just what I do
Tell a hater suck my dick like I'm 2 live crew
Got
to you
I live by the rule, had a vision or two, formed up a crew, put my mind on the true
I focus, pay attention to my vocals, known world wide, even
mouth, why don't you tell my dick"
Man, I'm still that kid, this where real shit lives
Got the password to it, like I steal Netflix, mm
Michael Keaton
the end cause I am trouble
Two more problems now ahead I gotta hustle on the double
Yeah
My soulmate somewhere sitting by the edge waiting for me singing
[C-Bo]
My whole crew balling
Pushing roses down to the impalas
On a mission for dollars bumping hoes
You know my motto
All about the cash 6
designer, drill it in a Canada Goose
Harlem, hold it down for the crew
I coulda broke my hands bagging weight and it's true
8 dash, but we got about 2
like I love Lucy
my crib is crawling with blunt roaches and
when I'm feigning, I exterminate them by them
lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow
hit
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