Blow!
I just fucked a bitch
From the East in a jet
Join the mile high club baby
I'm not talking sex
I'm too high to make any type of sense
I'm going to be legit
Never step to close to me man
You know we all up these sticks (yeah aha,yea try me)
I'm going to let that fucker blow (yeah aha)
(boom boom boom, what)
I'm going to let that fucker blow (buh buh bwah)
Shiny, all these diamonds dancing on my fucking body
VVS, when she slop me oh she's sloppy
Stop it yeah, Your not making racks not making money
Yeah I'll punch the gas
Yeah, rev it make it whiny
Man I miss you baby
If I radio will you copy
Yeah, all my memories hazy
Like I'm running in the fog
Yeah, I love when I dissociate
Cause I just feeling nothing
Yeah, I treat my meds like candy
I'm just eating fucking Smarties
Yeah, what's up with you
Fall in love yeah with you
I just fucked a bitch
From the East in a jet
Join the mile high club baby
I'm not talking sex
I'm too high to make any type of sense
I'm going to be legit
Never step to close to me man
You know we all up these sticks (yeah aha,yea try me)
I'm going to let that fucker blow(yeah aha)
(boom boom boom, what)
I'm going to let that fucker blow(buh buh bwah)
Blow (hey)
Yeah I'll let the fucker blow
Blow, let it boom boom boom
Blow, (hey)
Let the fucker blow
Blow, let the bitch blow
Blow, (booted up, I been high up with the Gods)
Blow, (booted up, I could never give a fuck)
Boom boom
Blow, (booted up, I been high up with the Gods)
Let that bitch blow (booted up, yeah please just let me die)
Let that bitch (blow)
From the East in a jet
Join the mile high club baby
I'm not talking sex
I'm too high to make any type of sense
I'm going to be legit
Never step to close to me man
You know we all up these sticks (yeah aha,yea try me)
I'm going to let that fucker blow (yeah aha)
(boom boom boom, what)
I'm going to let that fucker blow (buh buh bwah)
Shiny, all these diamonds dancing on my fucking body
VVS, when she slop me oh she's sloppy
Stop it yeah, Your not making racks not making money
Yeah I'll punch the gas
Yeah, rev it make it whiny
Man I miss you baby
If I radio will you copy
Yeah, all my memories hazy
Like I'm running in the fog
Yeah, I love when I dissociate
Cause I just feeling nothing
Yeah, I treat my meds like candy
I'm just eating fucking Smarties
Yeah, what's up with you
Fall in love yeah with you
I just fucked a bitch
From the East in a jet
Join the mile high club baby
I'm not talking sex
I'm too high to make any type of sense
I'm going to be legit
Never step to close to me man
You know we all up these sticks (yeah aha,yea try me)
I'm going to let that fucker blow(yeah aha)
(boom boom boom, what)
I'm going to let that fucker blow(buh buh bwah)
Blow (hey)
Yeah I'll let the fucker blow
Blow, let it boom boom boom
Blow, (hey)
Let the fucker blow
Blow, let the bitch blow
Blow, (booted up, I been high up with the Gods)
Blow, (booted up, I could never give a fuck)
Boom boom
Blow, (booted up, I been high up with the Gods)
Let that bitch blow (booted up, yeah please just let me die)
Let that bitch (blow)
Credits
Writer(s): Ulises Vargas Montenegro
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