Blow

(Don't think I don't know what goes on here when I'm not here.
I wash your sheets, I know she's been here.
Or you're doing something else in there
with your music and your posters on the wall?)

And I'm like whoa
You need to stop trippin' I don't know
I told you three times in a row
That I don't fuck with you or your blow

She said I like when you spend a couple thousand in a night
And you take me out on another flight
And yeah yeah yeah right (yeah yeah yeah right)
I never knew the devil wore a hoodie with some Ray-Bans
And every time I talk she make me feel like rain man
Watch your back she's gonna attack she's back in black
(Are you up?)

And I'm like whoa
You need to stop trippin' I don't know
I told you three times in a row
That I don't fuck with you or your blow
Oh no
And I'm like whoa
You need to stop trippin' I don't know (I don't know)
I told you three times in a row (in a row)
That I don't fuck with you or your blow (or your blow) (oh no)

She got an ass like a lunchlady
Better run better run baby
She's a Ferrari I'm an Atari
Lookin' back at it like pass the Bacardi
Louis Gucci Dolce Prada
Why she out here lookin' like Madonna
Hot like a sauna I'll make her a mama
I can't see shit from all this marijuana

Spinning like a twister think I might've kissed her
Heard it was her sister people start to whisper
Only smoke when I'm drunk listening to P-Funk
Swimmin' underwater she think I'm her father
Cocaine no way look I'm sorry
Pop some pills to dance like Charli
High waist crop tops stealin' from Sunstop
Singin' out loud to can't stop won't stop

And I'm like whoa
You need to stop trippin' I don't know
I told you three times in a row
That I don't fuck with you or your blow
And I'm like whoa
You need to stop trippin' I don't know
I told you three times in a row
That I don't fuck with you or your blow



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Writer(s): Cory Clark
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