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travis porter – blow it lyrics

[chorus: ali]
i get the check and i blow it
i get the check and i blow it
i get the check and i blow it
i get the check and i blow it
we get racks the long way
we get racks the long way
we get racks the long way
we get racks the long way

[verse 1: ali]
dolce gabanna on my shirt, fresh as f-ck
brand new red bottoms, i ain’t tieing them up
b-tch hold the work, is you down or what?
four pour up something, put the dope in your b-tt
now she the type of hoe that like to get choked when she f-ck
and i won’t give her sh-t, smoke a blunt with the sl-t
i’m the type of n-gga to put 30’s on truck
dirty dirty dirty, i like pouring my cup
big bank take lil bank, f-ck what you think
ain’t no limit like the tank, b-tch i’m pulling rank
me i need 2 b-tches, no we can’t negotiate
kissin’ on her girlfriend, now tell me how this hoe ain’t g-y
molly what motivate, i’m the type to drink to pour 8
jug the thing and bring the flame, swear i never been a lame
vvs’s in my chain, 50 carots in the ring
all white balmain, lookin like some cocaine

[verse 2: strap]
i got a check out the mud
i got a check and i throw it
i got a check in the hood
i got a pack in the hood
i heard them boys talking crazy
so i came back to the hood
yeah i’m right back on the east
yeah i’m right back on the wood
yeah i’m right back up in magdon’t
them b-tches don’t know what happen
them b-tches knowin’ i’m dabbing
i’m just throwing the cabbage
i let it go and i win
buy rings by the 10
my cuban cost 10
spending 10 times 10
got them doing mathematics
got them twerking in the mansion
i got extras in the pantry
throwing money make her ancie
2 hoes that’s a duo
4 hoes in the 2 door
f-cked them all, need a do over
n-gga came in like moo-o

[verse 3: quez]
that hoe live in the gutter
i’m pulling up and i f-ck her
she suck my d-ck and we cut her
i ain’t hit her friend, but i shoulda
i’m f-cking like 3 or 4 hoes
doing 3 or 4 shows
i put my d-ck in her nose
i’m an -ssh0l-
got a b-tch jumping like john
these hoes so fine but annoying
i got the c0ke and they blowing
i got them racks and they showing
they snorting it all off the table
i’m getting head watching cable
i f-cked her friend minutes later

[verse 4: bankroll fresh]
i’m on the cover of the fader
louis vuitton yeah, taylor
my coope [?]
you n-ggas ain’t talking ’bout sh-t
you b-tches ain’t really got sh-t
i got this check and i blow it
i got the racks and i throw it
i got the racks and i show it
smoking this weed like i grow it
i’m screaming out “where your hoe at?”
b-tch take a picture, kodak
i’m spending money, you know that
i’m at the spot where the dope at
f-ck the 2 door, where the 4 at?
i’m at the pot, where the blow at?
you got your hoe on the low jack
i can control her with modak

[chorus: ali]
i get the check and i blow it
i get the check and i blow it
i get the check and i blow it
i get the check and i blow it
i get racks the long way
i get racks the long way
i get racks the long way
i get racks the long way

[verse 5: mexico rann]
told that hoe “put your heart in that package, b-tch let’s get this money”
trapping in style, trapping in fashion, everything exclusive
missed that burberry with that fendi, f-ck that gucci
imma smash your back all night, on prescription
park my foreign whip on the curb, i push up on you
stock pile of my ammunition, big guns like contra
your -ss fat in them heels, grab on you if you’re loyal

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