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a$ap rocky - blowin minds (skateboard) lyrics

[chorus: gmb trill]
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: gmb trill]
when i was in the jungle we was blowin’ 9s (straight up)
just hit a n-gg- b-tch for the second time (straight up)
and you know i gotta cross the finish line (woah)
you can’t stand me b-tch? sit it down

[verse 1: gmb trill]
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 (yah)
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
mercedes benz, i roll around
like 80 bands, when i walk around (yah)

[verse 3:bigbankkjayy]
in the h-llcat, yeah, burning out (ooh, ooh)
let the window down, yeah, air it out (ooh, what?)
lay a n-gg- down, ooh, lay him down (ooh, what?)
i’ma hit that bih 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?)

[verse 4: a$ap nast & a$ap rocky]
what’s the word?
i just saw your hoe up on the strip and she look thirsty
gave that hoe my number, told her call me up for certain
yeah, i know what’s it’s worth
give that p-ssy up, and if it’s wet, i’ll buy a purse
(i don’t be trickin’) ridin’ in my murc’
seat way back, b-mpin’ new lil uzi vert, aye
diamonds dance like carlton
you can see them through my shirt, aye
flexin’ on these n-gg-s, know they see me and it hurt
(flex, flex, flex, flex, flex)
flexin’ on these n-gg-s, i be with them geeks
but make one phone call, you get hit up
(bow, bow, bow, bow, blatt!)

- aap rocky lyrics

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