Lil 2z — Blowin My High
Слушать Lil 2z — Blowin My High
Текст Lil 2z — Blowin My High
Bitch you blowin’ my high
She goin’ bananas
I’m shippin’ out P’s to my boy in Atlanta
These bitches say 2z, you too hard to handle
I keep it a buck when I’m on and off camera (hol’on)
If I call you a bitch, don’t take the wrong manners (bitch)
Bitch I’m from Texas, that’s part of my grammar
If it’s up then what’s up, we ain’t signin’ no treaty (hol’on)
That little shit you flexin’, we give to the needy (fuck that)
We sell out the green, my niggas sell hard
If rappin’ don’t work come fuck with your boy
I don’t pretend to be shit, bitch this how I was born
I be fuckin’ on camera, I shoulda did porn
I remember back then, boy it was hard
Talkin’ bout shit that we couldn’t afford (aye)
That’s when I turned up in that Honda Accord (aye)
I got me a little then wanted some more (aye)
Got me a little then wanted some more guap (more guap)
Still gettin’ money my people don’t know ’bout (hol’on)
Momma said, «baby you makin’ me so proud» (aye, aye)
Book you a show, we gon’ come through and show out
Aye, aye, aye, hol’on
Book you a show we gon’ come through and huh-huh
Aye, aye, aye
My little cousin BJ, he love clappin’ pistols
Beatin’ that pussy, I’m makin it whistle
Ain’t feelin’ you niggas, not even a little
Fruity ass niggas be sweeter than skittles (aye)
Talkin’ real shit when I’m writing these riddles (hol’on)
I’m my own boss, you the man in the middle
My bitch ass fat, I be watchin’ it jiggle (boing)
Fat ass wood, bitch look like a BIC
Could’ve popped me a chain with the pack money (nigga)
Don’t play with me nigga go play with your children
I just started gettin’ real rap money
It’s comin’ together, what a wonderful feelin’ (hol’on)
Got hoes left to right, they be callin’ me daddy
It be hard to pick like some hair when it’s nappy (aye)
Got this shit on my own and you got it from daddy (aye)
Send my bitch to the store to get some more baggies (aye, aye, aye)
Nigga trippin’
He must be off of the meth
I’m right-handed, but I shoot good with my left
Bitch trippin’, she want some Prada and Louis
Little bitch didn’t know, I’m a dog like Scooby (grr)
Nigga, I need it in twos, I’m 2z
Thought I was steamin’, the way that bitch blew me
Spittin’ this shit, got me wipin’ up loogies
We was little kids, tryna’ smoke momma doobies
When some good shit happened, it always got ruined (hol’on)
Wouldn’t know how to win if it wasn’t for losin’ (hol’on)
Didn’t have a home, we was always movin’ (hol’on)
Didn’t have a point, it was always proven (hol’on)
I’m goin’ up like I’m jumpin’ for tip-off (aye)
Three, two, one, watch a young nigga lift off (three, two, one)
Pulled down my pants show my ass, got ’em pissed off
Pulled down my pants show my ass, got ’em pissed off
Hold on, hold on (aye)
