I blow a oh oh oh oh smokin' loudly boy Just blew 4 O's I'm outty boy I got this shit so cloudy boy All these hoes up in my truck That shit look like
the fans need more I hit the fork in the road and took a detour Fire Marshall shuttin' shows down Cause I blow up spots like a Dalmatian strapped up with C4 Blow
if you wanna test me Get buns every day of the week so let's see All I gotta do is send 'em a poke on FB It's me Another animal up out the cage Grapple
I'm better than y'all I'm just on another level than y'all, so just move [Chorus x2: w/ ad libs] [Verse 4: Moka Only (Classified)] Man y'all can't talk
what they want! ["With these rhymes that are classic"] So tell 'em who it is! ["Cho-Choclair"] ["What up, what up, what up, what up"] ("Starvin MC") ["
it up, roll it up, light it up, smoke it up And pass it to the left until you tell us that you had enough Inhale, exhale, blow the smoke out your lungs
own grave, papa [B-Real] You know me and you've grown with me And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me I don't walk around with
don't like it? Here's my dick -- bite it There's nuttin you can do about the real one It'sa ill sum with the ill juice, I'm +The Phuncky Feel One+ Sen
blow (Matthew 5:39) I should do good when you do me bad (Matthew 5:44) all the forgiveness that my Saviour had (Luke 23:34) I feel like dying when you curse me up
m telling everybody in the crib they can bet on me. One time, new Diaz. (that's right) Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me. [x4] Tell them
: (feat. Birdman & Chop) [Talking:] Yeah You Heard Me Nigger? Hey C'mon [Chorus:] We Still Up In The Club Poppin' Bottles Like Bub All The Girls Showin
her we ride 28's, fuck 22's Nigga try to stunt on me, I'm a stunt way harder(hay) Black car spinnin call me, Mr. Tear-The-Mall-Up(ha) So bring niggas
em all day (fuck food) 850 what I represent, Tallahome Florida president Me & DJ Khaled got these haters lookin hesitant So keep all that wackness out
&B But these streets is a part of me So don't get it twisted You see I order one bottle, then I fuck with one model Then I order more bottles, now I got
her suck my pistol she opened up her mouth and then i blow her brains out you aint met a nigga like me you probably never will riders rolling with me
show up rite before the store clothes And blow the feed from my last 4 shows I do 1 song & use 4 flows She use to be a christian before... But now all
game young you can call it statutory When a nigga blow up they gon' build statues for me Old money benjamin button, what nothin' Now superbad chicks giving me
on stoppin at all I want this shit forever man, ever man, ever man, ever man Im shuttin shit down at the mall And tellin every girl she the one for me