Imma Blow
Z-Tec
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Reaching new limits looking like a slope Say you gotta go but you don't really wanna go You sucked up my soul, and snorted my snow And smoked up my dope, and bitch that's a no What a shame, hit the door, hit the door Feeling like I'm frozen let I go, let it go And all my people know this let it show, let it show Take it as a fucking diss but Imma blow, Imma blow Imma blow this bitch like apollo 12 Damn you looking hella stuck you remind me of a Dell Imma show you no love cause you weak go to hell Imma keep it untucked, roll the weed by myself Smoke the weed by myself Made it out the mud alone I don't need nobody els Got the Bentley double tone, infatuated with myself Seen so many double clones, blow the whistle ring the bell Ring the bell, ring the bell Looking like a DNI keep ya ass upon that shelf Then you think and wonder why all your records never sell Let me hit up Bill Nye to calculate how you fail Calculations got me going crazy Contemplating how these ladies All filled up in my Mercedes Got the juice so call my brady Cool and calm I'm meditating Spitting bars so call up shady Pet the kitty Halle Berry If I don't get what I want then imma blow F*ck with me with me and I'm gone snatch your soul If I don't get what I want then imma blow F*ck with me with me and I'm gone snatch your soul Snatch your soul and digest Hope you got a life vest Break your jaw like Tigress Ill check you like the Midwest Ill do it and Ill manifest Take out the weak and disinfect Improve the clique and self-protect Shout out to Rick on house arrest God damn no more press Curving me in high school now I'm feeling up her dress Stopped chasing chicks now I'm only chasing checks The only Chevy Imma get is a fuckin Vet F*ck that got the hemi with the Scat Pack Bought cash with the stash in my backpack Want that shit fast no relax like a flashback Popped it in the back with my ex yeah I tapped that Now I got the bitch tapping out Put her in the ring beat it up like Pacquiao I'm finished with you so hit the fucking route You know me, one way street, hit and dip and I'm out Tired of this shit Imma blow this fucking bitch Like a c4 tied up to my diamond wrist Imma strap it up kamikaze Taking shots no paparazzi Pulled up in a new Ferrari Cause I crashed my Maserati Omg my bad lil b Shit I gotta do to flex and get respect upon the streets I don't take it easy but I f*ck with Eazy-E Always signing bobbies while you signing DVDs
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