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young pyro - blow something lyrics

(verse)
put smoke inside my lungs,
call that b-tch just to make her c-m
keep a bad b-tch right beside of me,
it look like we hit the lottery
if you ain’t blunt to blow this weed
you betta blow my f-ckin’ d-ck
take a lick, make it trip on a t-t
b-tch, don’t spit, good head
get yo’ toes lit with some dope d-ck
like she a kid, i’mma yoggy,
i got her callin’ me the master
this swish n-gg- pray to god
if i break the bread, then you can call me a pastor
in that p-ssy i’m a go dive
if it’s a concert got a gold ticket
she give me neck, like a clothes line
with a wet lake like ricki
n-gg-s can’t f-ck with me
living with luxuries
started from nothing but now in good company
now i stack chips like these b-tches in love wit me
sellin’ ’em the att-tude, can’t give no f-cks wit me
bad b-tch, let her put all her trust in me
but it’s like a third world country
these b-tches be thirsty and hunger
they just pop they p-ssy, i just pop my collar
blowin’ this weed and i’m blowin’ my dollars
blowin’ this lotto, lets keep a b-tch quiet
hang up on you while the money’ is callin’
this n-gg- 6.5, my money is taller
ballin’ like jordan, smoke weed like a scholar
rastafaria, run off the gandja
i got you, it’s red light, holla
what’s the pro’lem, n-gg-?

(hook x4)
you ain’t blowin’ this weed
you betta be blow this d-ck
one hour is life, but she gotta blow smth, huh

(verse)
tellin’ me to turn down when i’m hyped up?!
but i’m a new york n-gg-, when my sh-t drop,
i put my life’s up
they lookin’ at who i f-ck
they askin’ how i stack my bucks
she like the way that i break it down
then twist a blunt, and fire it up
i neva be a b-tch and i fly as a thug
neva be a b-tch and neva been a scrub
perpetrate my n-gg-s, they neva watch they hoes
this how it goes, i live by the code
she a mad b-tch, i may give her a treat
put this in the game and i won’t bite the seat
that’s nasty of me! that’s clashy of me
but yo b-tch understand, so her name is capisce
blow smth, no bubbles, huh, studded, better, she chuggled
bedroom box and weed tumble, hit it so hard that i make a b-tch fumble
i’m humble! stay fresh, stay clean, but i’m smokin’ on

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