Issue No 145 Blow Something Lyrics


Blow Something by Issue No. 145

(Verse)
Put smoke inside my lungs,
Call that bitch just to make her cum
Keep a bad bitch right beside of me,
It look like we hit the lottery
If you ain't blunt to blow this weed
You betta blow my fuckin' dick
Take a lick, make it trip on a tit
Bitch, don't spit, good head
Get yo' toes lit with some dope dick
Like she a kid, I'mma Yoggy,
I got her callin' me the master
This swish nigga pray to God
If I break the bread, then you can call me a Pastor
In that pussy I'm a go dive
If it's a concert got a gold ticket
She give me neck, like a clothes line
With a wet lake like Ricki
Niggas can't fuck with me
Living with luxuries
Started from nothing but now in good company
Now I stack chips like these bitches in love wit me
Sellin' 'em the attitude, can't give no fucks wit me
Bad bitch, let her put all her trust in me
But it's like a third world country
These bitches be thirsty and hunger
They just pop they pussy, I just pop my collar
Blowin' this weed and I'm blowin' my dollars
Blowin' this lotto, lets keep a bitch quiet
Hang up on you while the money' is callin'
This nigga 6.5, my money is taller
Ballin' like Jordan, smoke weed like a scholar
Rastafaria, run off the gandja
I got you, it's red light, holla
What's the pro'lem, nigga?

(Hook x4)
You ain't blowin' this weed
You betta be blow this dick
One hour is life, but she gotta blow smth, huh

(Verse)
Tellin' me to turn down when I'm hyped up?!
But I'm a New York nigga, when my shit drop,
I put my life's up
They lookin' at who I fuck
They askin' how I stack my bucks
She like the way that I break it down
Then twist a blunt, and fire it up
I neva be a bitch and I fly as a thug
Neva be a bitch and neva been a scrub
Perpetrate my niggas, they neva watch they hoes
This how it goes, I live by the code
She a mad bitch, I may give her a treat
Put this in the game and I won't bite the seat
That's nasty of me! That's clashy of me
But yo bitch understand, so her name is Capisce
Blow smth, no bubbles, huh, studded, better, she chuggled
Bedroom box and weed tumble, hit it so hard that I make a bitch fumble
I'm humble! Stay fresh, stay clean, but I'm smokin' on

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