Blown (feat. Young G-Code & Lmoney)

Tyson el Dominicano

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Tyson el Dominicano


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Just blow
Ride with me and my clique
We getting blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting more
Ride with me and my clique
We gettin blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting more
Ride with me and my clique
We gettin blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting blown
Here comes the money again
You don't want me up in here I stand
I am really here just to vent
This is my gift are you listening
Watch me now as I present
Cause I'm really done with the losses
I'm here at every event
You best proceed with precaution
I'm all about you to this falses
Who are you trying to play
This here gonna take more than just options
If you planning to get out the game
Let me throw in in the pot
You ain't the only thing rocking
You can come chill out in space
We can just chill and just Rock it
This shuttle men no one can stop it
Stop running let's cut to the chase
Hopefully before 11
I wish I could see you again
Believe me I'm counting the seconds
I figured that spiritually
I know that you are my blessing
I feel it now deeper than me
Watch me if I'm down on the ground right quick
I'm too high for my mind right now I think
I'm so high like a light right quick
Step aside right quick
F*ck around and tell you hello
I'll be so high
I'll tell you hello
Chilling right front seat feeling mellow
With my click fishing riding on bitches
You already know how I like to roll
Just blow
Ride with me and my clique
We getting blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting more
Ride with me and my clique
We gettin blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting more
Ride with me and my clique
We gettin blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting blown
Hot young Spitta hot like Thrilla in Manila
So much brain so much pain with the aim and emotions
Spit lyrical potions
Subliminally toasted
Look A before B you going to see that I'm chosen
I bet you that she know where she supposed to be on the creep
Just to be here with me for the night
Float like a butterfly sting like a Tommy
Came up in a plane
But I pulled off in a comet
Got more rings than an Audi
This game in this bread
To this red bomber Murray
Young Abu Dhabi
The money go Valley
Sorry young Sally
Competition getting Ollie
Claim my position
Hope you ready for the mission
Block the sun ways rays
When I flame and I Glisan
More wins than a ribbon
Really I'm a chemist
Before they put me in the game
They had to put me in the dentist
Only suicide talk
We talkin suicide doors
Drop a verse on this Earth
And is feeling so cold
Only suicide talk
We talkin suicide doors
Let me put you in the mode
Just blow
Ride with me and my clique
We getting blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting more
Ride with me and my clique
We gettin blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting more
Ride with me and my clique
We gettin blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting blown
Me I get money
All I do is hustle man day and night
This here for me ain't no joke
Word to my father
I cannot be broke
Play with the money and you better hope
That you don't feel slugs in your chest like a stroke
Stay in the kitchen
I'm whippin that coke
The fiends they love me
Cuz they love the dope
I'm smoking the reefer
You know that I toke
But you try to play me get jumped like a rope
I just stopped caring about how ya feel
I hit him up just like a Navy Seal
I do what I have to do for the bill
Like Eddie Guerrero
I cheat lie and steal
Cause I am trying to get me a mill
Go hard in the paint like Shaquille O'Neal
This is the way that I live
You say that I'm snapping
I say that I'm keeping it real
I can't say you real
No not even half
You talk shit on Facebook
And say you got hacked
You keep showing off
And you showing that sack
Just don't be like Daniels
And go and get jacked
I take a loss
And then I get it back
Go get a 8 ball
Start cooking that crack
Stay in the Nissan or stay in the Lac
Stay like the mall
Man I'm full of them racks
Down for my team
Man I'm reppin the Heat
9 on my right like the passenger seat
I stay on my feet
Hundred niggas behind me
Now I am a centipede
You don't know nothing
If you don't know about me
I am so dope
You could call me a key
They know who I be
I don't need no I.D
I get that money
Just know that that's me
Just blow
Ride with me and my clique
We getting blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting more
Ride with me and my clique
We gettin blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting more
Ride with me and my clique
We gettin blown
Steady stacking them chips
We getting Blown

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Written by: Johnny Rodriguez, Leslie Mejia

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