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busta rhymes - blowing the speakers lyrics

[intro]
yeah
murda on the beat so it’s not nice
yeah (yeah)
adher

[chorus]
yeah, we turnin’ the heat up again (yah)
we f+ckin’ the beat up again (yah)
we f+ckin’ the street up again (yee)
we blowin’ the speakers again (yah)
in my ferragama, ferragamo (uh)
while they fear the god, i fear the problem (uh)
b+tch, here we comin’ to win (yeah)
guess who came a long way from the bottom
yeah, we turnin’ the heat up again (uh)
we f+ckin’ the bеat up again (yeah)
we f+ckin’ the street up again (yеah)
we blowin’ the speakers again (woop)
in my ferragama, ferragamo (yeah)
while they fear the god, i fear the problem (yeah)
b+tch, here we comin’ to win (uh)
guess who came a long way from the bottom (yeah)

[verse 1]
in a panorama porsche (ugh)
color marinara sauce (ugh)
color soundin’ like i split an atom, put the body on a cross (yeah)
doin’ this sh+t like you can’t imagine
even my b+tches be whippin’ phantoms
(b+tches be whippin’ phantoms)
my b+tches drink flat tummy tea ’til all they sh+t ain’t flatten (yah)
see how we lettin’ it go (d+mn)
hannibal lecter with flows (d+mn)
vary solago with hoes
despite on the n+gga she chose (d+mn)
gettin’ ported fabrics from morocco (yeah, yeah)
she with a timmy in alicano (yeah, yeah)
just to me mucho co+co mucho (yeah, yeah)
leadin’ the flockas, got to follow (yeah)
[chorus]
we turnin’ the heat up again (yah)
we f+ckin’ the beat up again (yah)
we f+ckin’ the street up again (yee)
we blowin’ the speakers again (yah)
in my ferragama, ferragamo (uh)
while they fear the god, i fear the problem (uh)
b+tch, here we comin’ to win (yeah)
guess who came a long way from the bottom (yeah)
yeah, we turnin’ the heat up again (yeah)
we f+ckin’ the beat up again (yeah)
we f+ckin’ the street up again (yeah)
we blowin’ the speakers again (woop)
in my ferragama, ferragamo (yeah)
while they fear the god, i fear the problem (yeah)
b+tch, here we comin’ to win (uh)
guess who came a long way from the bottom (yeah)

[verse 2]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
let take off my coat ’cause it’s hot in this b+tch (hot in this b+tch)
i been gettin’ my dough, just talkin’ my sh+t (talkin’ and lookin’)
’bout to f+ck with these hoes, follow the whip (follow, follow)
and they know exactly what to do, follow the script
i’m in the kitten, i’m countin’ the profit
while sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, you never could stop it
future bugatti’s, you know i’ma cop it
the k!ll on these n+ggas, you know when i drop it
n+ggas know already, n+ggas know the topic (d+mn)
jump up in this b+tch and n+ggas know i got it (d+mn)
it’s all about my blood they know it’s biologic (yee)
even molin’ the feats with streets and i give them the food so my n+ggas can eat
when i’m livin’ the truth, that’s always when i speak
now go stand on the couch, now go stand on the seat
and i make all you n+ggas play this on repeat
watch me lift up the buildin’ and i f+ck up the beat
while i spend all this money, i want the receipt
when you n+ggas cool off i’ll be givin’ you heat
[?] f+ck up the streets
[chorus]
we turnin’ the heat up again (yah)
we f+ckin’ the beat up again (yah)
we f+ckin’ the street up again (yee)
we blowin’ the speakers again (yah)
in my ferragama, ferragamo (uh)
while they fear the god, i fear the problem (uh)
b+tch, here we comin’ to win (yeah)
guess who came a long way from the bottom (yeah)
yeah, we turnin’ the heat up again (yeah)
we f+ckin’ the beat up again (yeah)
we f+ckin’ the street up again (yeah)
we blowin’ the speakers again (woop)
in my ferragama, ferragamo (yeah)
while they fear the god, i fear the problem (yeah)
b+tch, here we comin’ to win (uh)
guess who came a long way from the bottom (yeah)

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