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lil 2z - blowin my high lyrics

[verse 1]
b-tch you blowin’ my high
she goin’ bananas
i’m shippin’ out p’s to my boy in atlanta
these b-tches say 2z, you too hard to handle
i keep it a buck when i’m on and off camera (hold on)
if i call you a b-tch, don’t take the wrong manners (b-tch)
b-tch i’m from texas, that’s part of my grammar
if it’s up then it’s up, we ain’t signin’ no treaty (hold on)
that little sh-t you flexin’, we give to the needy (f-ck that)
we sell out the green, my n-gg-s sell hard
if rappin’ don’t work come f-ck with your boy
i don’t pretend to be sh-t, b-tch this how i was born
i be f-ckin’ on camera, i shoulda did p-rn
i remember back then, boy it was hard
talkin’ mad sh-t that we couldn’t afford (ay)
that’s when i turned up in that honda accord (ay)
i got me a little then wanted some more (ay)
got me a little then wanted some more guap (more guap)
still gettin’ money my people don’t know ’bout (hold on)
momma said baby you makin’ me so proud (ay, ay)
book you a show, we gon’ come through and show out

[bridge]
ay, ay, ay, hold on
book you a show we gon’ come through and huh-huh
ay, ay, ay

[verse 2]
my little cousin bj, he love clappin’ pistols
beatin’ that p-ssy, i’m makin it whistle
ain’t feelin’ you n-gg-s, not even a little
fruity -ss n-gg-s be sweeter than skittles (ay)
talkin’ real sh-t when i’m writing these riddles (hold on)
i’m my own boss, you the man in the middle
my b-tch -ss fat, i be watchin’ it jiggle (boing)
fat -ss wood, b-tch look like a bic
could’ve popped me a chain with the pack money (n-gg-)
don’t play with me n-gg- go play with your children
i just started gettin’ real rap money
it’s comin’ together, what a wonderful feelin’ (hold on)
got hoes left to right, they be callin’ me daddy
it be hard to pick like some hair when it’s nappy (ay)
got this sh-t on my own and you got it from daddy (ay)
send my b-tch to the store to get some more baggies (ay, ay, ay)
n-gg- trippin’
he must be off of the meth
i’m right-handed, but i shoot good with my left
b-tch trippin’, she want some prada and louis
little b-tch didn’t know, i’m a dog like scooby (grr)
n-gg-, i need it in twos, i’m 2z
thought i was steamin’, the way that b-tch blew me
spittin’ this sh-t, got me wipin’ up loogies
we was little kids, tryna’ smoke momma doobies
wasn’t good sh-t happenin’, it always got ruined (hold on)
wouldn’t know how to win if it wasn’t for losin’ (hold on)
didn’t have a home, we was always movin’ (hold on)
didn’t have a point, it was always proven (hold on)
i’m goin’ up like i’m jumpin’ for tip-off (ay)
three, two, one, watch a young n-gg- lift off (three, two, one)
pulled down my pants show my -ss, got ’em p-ssed off
pulled down my pants show my -ss, got ’em p-ssed off
hold on, hold on (ay)

- lil 2z lyrics

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