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lirik lagu blow talk – rublow

[intro]
blow
uh

[verse]
i just woke up this mornin’, served a zip of that yay (served a zip of that yay, zip of that yay)
scale on, phone ringin’, just a typical day (just a typical day, typical day)
ridin’ through the city with the thickest b*tch in the bay (thickest b*tch in the bay, in the bay)
i ain’t missin’ no b*tch and i ain’t missin’ no play (and i ain’t missin’ no play, no play)
do what you please, p*ssy n*gga, just don’t get in my way
blow ain’t f*ckin’ with these n*ggas, i got ’em feelin’ a way (i got ’em feelin’ a way, feelin’ a way)
your b*tch on the way now, uber a minute away
i’m known to keep this sh*t a hundred like the clip in the k (clip in the k, clip in the k)
n*ggas salty ’cause i’m up, but i ain’t stuntin’ them (but i ain’t stuntin’ them, ain’t stuntin’ them)
plane ’bout to land, mia, i’m finna talk business with stunna ‘nem (with stunna ‘nem, with stunna ‘nem)
rap n*ggas cappin’ in they song, i’m not one of them (not onе of them, not of them)
heard that boy bе f*ckin’ up his re*up, i’m not frontin’ him (not frontin’ him, frontin’ him)
trappin’ all day, i need a hot meal (hot meal, hot meal)
bad jamaican sh*t, finna whip me up some oxtail
how you up, but your dog broke? that is not real (that is not real, that is not real)
daddy cookin’ dope while i was playin’ with my hot wheels
look (look, look, look), i be rappin’ and trappin’, n*gga, tryna find a balance
hidin’ work in the cabinet, you can smell it through the plastic dope money in the mattress, sellin’ work to the pastor
six shot, sh*ll catcher, i was raised by a smacker (by a smacker, by a smacker)
sell them b*tches whole, we ain’t gotta cut on scales no more (sell them b*tches whole)
get ’em off the truck ’cause i don’t really trust the mail no more
she talkin’ ’bout she love me now (talkin’ ’bout she love me now, she love me now), i don’t know what to tell these hoes
fam’ buckin’ his lil’ warrant, ain’t tryna go to jail no more (jail no more, jail no more)
playin’ with that blender, catchin’ plays out a rental
how you want it? i be mobile, i’ll pull up, i’ll send ’em (i’ll send ’em, i’ll send ’em)
it be hot as f*ck in tampa, but the streets like december
go direct to the plug, f*ck the man in the middle (in the middle, in the middle)
going broke ’bout a b*tch? you must be crazy, n*gga (must be crazy, n*gga, crazy, n*gga)
and i got this block for the low prices, amazin’, n*gga (prices amazin’, n*gga, amazin’, n*gga)
and i ain’t frontin’ none of these n*ggas sh*t ’cause y’all too lazy, n*gga (y’all too lazy, n*gga, lazy, n*gga)
bang got a russian plug, now we finna go crazy, n*gga (go crazy, n*gga, crazy, n*gga)
they can’t seem to understand how i keep doin’ this sh*t (i keep doin’ this sh*t, doin’ this sh*t)
like why they actin’ all surprised like i’m new to this sh*t? (like i’m new to this sh*t, like i’m new to this sh*t)
like i ain’t the n*gga from my city who influenced this sh*t
these rap n*ggas really p*ssy on some uterus sh*t (uterus sh*t, uterus sh*t)
leave the trap, get some head from a beautiful b*tch
plug fronted me to see what i could do with a brick (what i can do with a brick, do with a brick)
real p, can show a b*tch what to do with a trick
show you how to milk that n*gga, bae, then do it again (then do it again, do it again)
hope they know they f*cked up, now i’m back in that mode
i hit the ‘yo, spit that dope, then it’s back to them ‘bows (then it’s back to them ‘bows, back to them ‘bows)
same n*ggas pillow talkin’, i be clappin’ they hoes
i’m the reason they be punchin’ up and slappin’ they hoes (slappin’ they hoes, slappin’ they hoes)
[outro]
big blow, n*gga
cash money
no silver spoon sh*t
uh

- rublow

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