Floyd Bakri, Jesus H. Christ - I'm boutta blow lyrics
[Floyd Bakri, Jesus H. Christ - I'm boutta blow lyrics]
I'm boutta bl, I'm boutta blow
Tell me he want smoke pointing at your face
(yeah) , I point it at your nose
He don't want no smoke
my diamonds stay frosty
My diamonds stay close to me like I was broke
(yeah) trapping out the stove
New Range Rover bought some new wheels
So your hoes wanne go
I came from the mud to the motherfucking snow
Said she liked my clothes, said
She like a loan, baby red like rose (yeah)
I'm boutta blow, if I blow
I will blow your mind
All these haters tryna' push me off my grind
Let it go it's to late for the road
They want me to crash while
I'm on my way home they don't leave me alone
She gonna get on my phone
I need to keep get a loan
I can't feel your body, know your
Not alright, I might just go die
I might start a riot, start a riot (yeah)
I'm boutta blow, tell me he want smoke
Pointing at your face
(yeah) , I point it at your nose
He don't want no smoke
My diamonds stay frosty
My diamonds stay close to me like I was broke
(yeah) trapping out the stove
New Range Rover bought some new wheels
So your hoes wanne go
I came from the mud to the motherfucking snow
Said she liked my clothes, said
She like a loan, baby red like rose (yeah)
Said she like a loan, baby red like rose
Tell me he want smoke pointing at your face
(yeah) , I point it at your nose
He don't want no smoke
my diamonds stay frosty
My diamonds stay close to me like I was broke
(yeah) trapping out the stove
New Range Rover bought some new wheels
So your hoes wanne go
I came from the mud to the motherfucking snow
Said she liked my clothes, said
She like a loan, baby red like rose (yeah)
I'm boutta blow, if I blow
I will blow your mind
All these haters tryna' push me off my grind
Let it go it's to late for the road
They want me to crash while
I'm on my way home they don't leave me alone
She gonna get on my phone
I need to keep get a loan
I can't feel your body, know your
Not alright, I might just go die
I might start a riot, start a riot (yeah)
I'm boutta blow, tell me he want smoke
Pointing at your face
(yeah) , I point it at your nose
He don't want no smoke
My diamonds stay frosty
My diamonds stay close to me like I was broke
(yeah) trapping out the stove
New Range Rover bought some new wheels
So your hoes wanne go
I came from the mud to the motherfucking snow
Said she liked my clothes, said
She like a loan, baby red like rose (yeah)
Said she like a loan, baby red like rose