Blow It
Doublin' both birds up for the people in the back
Just mad I've been gone for a minute
I been workin' mad bitch hours just stackin' up bands
Fuck, let a man handle his business
Think I've been kickin' my feet with a record on tap
And my other hand firm on a Guiness
Really need to shut yo' mouth with Gorilla Glue tape
My gosh just let a man finish
I got two sticks tied with a hurricane mode
If I ever need to bust out the heat
I got two blicks fried for the Drury Lane folk
If they muffins be out on the street
Call me two clicks Clyde with a blurry pain load
'Cause I'm droppin' 'em like it's a beat
I got toothpicks dried for the bird game flow
If I got somethin' stuck in my teeth
For the people in the back laughin' at me thinkin' I'll blow it
Drop the coldest records out in the game and they think it's snowin'
They all try to kick a kid when he's already at his lowest
But the kid is on his way to the top and they all know it
Got this brown-haired, big-eyed beauty she starin' watchin' me stick it
She be fatty assin' all through the weekend like she a lipid
Caught a glance across the room batting eyelids like I'm gone pitch it
Gotta go and pop my fly 'cause I know that we gon' kick it
Talk about blowin' up now got me blowin' her back
While I'm blowin' out big fat clouds
Talk about showin' up now got me showin' my back
While I cover my big fat mouth
I be all over the place just runnin' the streets
I'm tellin' you this is my town
Hushin' the pups big dawg in the cut
I stay with the burner if things go south
I be up eight in the mornin' just sportin' the Range
And you know that shit covered in fleece
Lookin' like Mary the one with the lil' ol' Lamb'
Was really the one with some keys
I'm gonna run from the piggies they oinkin' a storm
And they always be comin' in threes
People be thinkin' "Oh boy it's the big bad wolf"
But the wolf just wants him some peace
For the people in the back laughin' at me thinkin' I'll blow it
Drop the coldest records out in the game and they think it's snowin'
They all try to kick a kid when he's already at his lowest
But the kid is on his way to the top and they all know it
Got this brown-haired, big-eyed beauty she starin' watchin' me stick it
She be fatty assin' all through the weekend like she a lipid
Caught a glance across the room batting eyelids like I'm gone pitch it
Gotta go and pop my fly 'cause I know that we gon' kick it
Just mad I've been gone for a minute
I been workin' mad bitch hours just stackin' up bands
Fuck, let a man handle his business
Think I've been kickin' my feet with a record on tap
And my other hand firm on a Guiness
Really need to shut yo' mouth with Gorilla Glue tape
My gosh just let a man finish
I got two sticks tied with a hurricane mode
If I ever need to bust out the heat
I got two blicks fried for the Drury Lane folk
If they muffins be out on the street
Call me two clicks Clyde with a blurry pain load
'Cause I'm droppin' 'em like it's a beat
I got toothpicks dried for the bird game flow
If I got somethin' stuck in my teeth
For the people in the back laughin' at me thinkin' I'll blow it
Drop the coldest records out in the game and they think it's snowin'
They all try to kick a kid when he's already at his lowest
But the kid is on his way to the top and they all know it
Got this brown-haired, big-eyed beauty she starin' watchin' me stick it
She be fatty assin' all through the weekend like she a lipid
Caught a glance across the room batting eyelids like I'm gone pitch it
Gotta go and pop my fly 'cause I know that we gon' kick it
Talk about blowin' up now got me blowin' her back
While I'm blowin' out big fat clouds
Talk about showin' up now got me showin' my back
While I cover my big fat mouth
I be all over the place just runnin' the streets
I'm tellin' you this is my town
Hushin' the pups big dawg in the cut
I stay with the burner if things go south
I be up eight in the mornin' just sportin' the Range
And you know that shit covered in fleece
Lookin' like Mary the one with the lil' ol' Lamb'
Was really the one with some keys
I'm gonna run from the piggies they oinkin' a storm
And they always be comin' in threes
People be thinkin' "Oh boy it's the big bad wolf"
But the wolf just wants him some peace
For the people in the back laughin' at me thinkin' I'll blow it
Drop the coldest records out in the game and they think it's snowin'
They all try to kick a kid when he's already at his lowest
But the kid is on his way to the top and they all know it
Got this brown-haired, big-eyed beauty she starin' watchin' me stick it
She be fatty assin' all through the weekend like she a lipid
Caught a glance across the room batting eyelids like I'm gone pitch it
Gotta go and pop my fly 'cause I know that we gon' kick it
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Writer(s): Aero Prophet
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