paroles de chanson Blow It - Dom Corleo

Every day, I'm getting fly
Wake up and get high
I'm over on my side (side)
Gotta open my eyes
Got a Glock on my side (my side)
Dirty pills in my ride (ride)

This hoe on my nerves
You gon' blow my high (blow it)
Catch me up in the sky, yeah
Bitch, I'm higher than the god
I be coolin' with Allah (yeah)
And I'ma put it on the line (yeah, aye)
And she gon' put that ass on live
They wanna see my life

I get the racks in, I get the cash in, bitch, you know I'm a big dog
Soon as I walk in the crib, she all on my dick, she wan' take her clothes off
And you know I got the Glock on me, and I ain't afraid to blow, dawg (yеah)
The bullets spitting, who gon' box with me?
Them bullets flying at your nose, dawg (uh)

And this hoe know I get bands
And I ain't finna sign no deal without the advance
When you living like me, it gets real, I ain't playing witcha', mane (yeah, yeah)
Them shooters come take off your head, take out your brain
Yeah

The fuck do you mean? (phew)
I been balling like Kareem (phew)
I'm in the paint with a mink, yeah
I like the pussy with the mink (yeah)
I'm prolly doing what you think (think)
I'm prolly doing what you can't (can't)
'Cause I be moving when they can't
They should be glad I came

I fucked her once and, then, she came, yeah
I fucked my money at the bank, yeah
My chain, it flooded out the sink
I disappeared up in a blink
I did a show, and then, I skate
I just did a show up in the H
And I could've showed up but I can't

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
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