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a$ap mob - blowin' minds (original) lyrics

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[intro: playboi carti]
(check it out)

[chorus: chief keef & playboi carti]
all new watch, that b+tch blow minds (beep)
when we show up, you know it’s showtime (what?)
i don’t skateboard, but i’m on my grind (beep)
hundred thousand, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b+tch mind

[post+chorus: chief keef & playboi carti]
when i was in the jungle we was blowin’ 9s (straight up)
just hit a n+gga b+tch for the second time (straight up)
and you know i gotta cross the finish line (woah, woah, woah)
you can’t stand me b+tch? sit it down (yeah)

[verse 1: chief keef & playboi carti]
when we in the field, it’s a touchdown (gang)
and you know your b+tch is a bustdown (gang)
she gon’ turn around and get turnt out (gang)
hopped up in a foreign car, then i burnt out (yeah)

[verse 2: a$ap rocky]
i don’t waste time on the facetime (nah)
r.i.p the p+ssy, leave it face down (yeah)
two best friends at the same time (woo, woo)
two best friends at the same time (woo, woo)
flava flav clock by my waist line (tik, tok)
i find it funny how she blow time (tik, tok)
forward lil’ mama cause she hold it down (shh, quiet)
nickname her karma ’cause she go around (that’s right)
when she come around, better not f+ck around (mhmm)
write a couple bars, i bet i blow your mind
deadly with the pins, i don’t bowl around (woo)
mercedes benz, i roll around (woo)
like 80 bands, when i walk around (yeah)
[chorus: chief keef & playboi carti]
all new watch, that b+tch blow minds (beep)
when we show up, you know it’s showtime (what?)
i don’t skateboard, but i’m on my grind (beep)
hundred thousand, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b+tch mind

[post+chorus: chief keef & playboi carti]
when i was in the jungle we was blowin’ 9s (straight up)
just hit a n+gga b+tch for the second time (straight up)
and you know i gotta cross the finish line (what?)
you can’t stand me b+tch? sit it down

[verse 3: playboi carti]
in the h+llcat, yeah, burning out (ooh, ooh)
let the window down, yeah, air it out (ooh, what?)
lay a n+gga down, ooh, lay him down (ooh, what?)
i’ma hit that b+tch, with a hundred rounds (ooh, ooh)
all my b+tches bad, and they poking out (ooh, bad)
pull up with them knots, yeah, i’m ashin’ out (ooh, cash)
aston martin coupe, yeah, cashing out (ooh, ooh)
all black rollie, yeah, bust down (ooh, what?)

[chorus: chief keef & playboi carti]
all new watch, that b+tch blow minds (beep)
when we show up, you know it’s showtime (what?)
i don’t skateboard, but i’m on my grind (beep)
hundred thousands, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b+tch mind
[verse 4: a$ap nast]
grab the fanta, codeine time
sippin’ ’til i’m out my mind
out of state, out of mind
turn a b+tch to a dyk+
threesomes all night
shinin’ like a break light
k!ll ’em at the red light
creepy like a highlight
higher than a plane flight

[chorus: chief keef & playboi carti]
all new watch, that b+tch blow minds (beep)
when we show up, you know it’s showtime (what?)
i don’t skateboard, but i’m on my grind (beep)
hundred thousands, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b+tch mind

[post+chorus: chief keef & playboi carti]
when i was in the jungle we was blowin’ 9s (straight up)
just hit a n+gga b+tch for the second time (straight up)
and you know i gotta cross the finish line (what?)
you can’t stand me b+tch? sit it down



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