Kendrick Lamar - Blow My High (Members Only) lyrics

Smoking out, pouring up
Keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball
Holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall
I can't fuck with y'all pussy-ass, ho niggas
(Niggas) , I can't fuck with y'all
Bitches all up in my business
(Business) , I can't fuck with y'all
Industry of counterfeit's
(Counterfeit's) , I can't fuck with y'all

Taking off when you landing
Bitch niggas gonna throw tantrums
And I'm dancing on them stars
The galaxy ain't got room for y'all
Ain't nothing gonna happen soon for y'all
While I'm here and every day I hear
Your bullshit, self-pity
Reason why you never dealt with me
Reason why your girl dealt with me
Hands up, in the building
We get busy and say

RIP aaliyah, RIP, yep rIP aaliyah, RIP, yep
That's exactly what this sound like
A to the A to the L-IY-A-H
Give it up two times
Then give it right back, don't blow my high

Smoking out, pouring up
Keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball
Holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall
I can't fuck with y'all pussy-ass, ho niggas
(Niggas) , I can't fuck with y'all
Bitches all up in my business
(Business) , I can't fuck with y'all
Industry of counterfeit's
(Counterfeit's) , I can't fuck with y'all

Look at my life then look at yours
Get some ambition, why you bored?
Time'll never wait on no man
Society will never hold your hand
Niggas like to gossip like bitches
Got me thinking you don't like bitches
Wonder what's behind them Ray Bans?
Eyes of a coward, I understand
Niggas like to gossip like bitches
Sip Dom Pérignon, when we finish, we say

RIP aaliyah, RIP, yep rIP aaliyah, RIP, yep
That's exactly what this sound like
But never will I ever forget Left Eye
Roll up, put a ribbon in the sky
And a button on your lips, don't blow my high

Smoking out, pouring up
Keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball
Holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall
I can't fuck with y'all pussy-ass, ho niggas
(Niggas) , I can't fuck with y'all
Bitches all up in my business
(Business) , I can't fuck with y'all
Industry of counterfeit's
(Counterfeit's) , I can't fuck with y'all

Now everybody sing this shit
I'm sending him a four page letter
And I enclosed it with a kiss (A kiss)
And when I write him, he better
Get it on time
Look at my life, and look at yours
Get some ambition why you bored

RIP aaliyah, RIP rIP aaliyah, RIP
RIP aaliyah, RIP rIP aaliyah, RIP