Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana - Blow lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana - Blow lyrics]
Chyea! Dipset, fuck with ya boy it's Santana
Yea man i'm back at it
C'mon
Uhh, gangstas niggas and bitches
I'm back on my A game
Is you getting the picture? (Whattup)
And last album they don't like
Me to tell this
They undershipped my records ain't expect
Me to sell shit (Shut up)
That's what they telling me
Switch up yo' melody you hot but you go pop
Your record'll be selling three
Fuck off, I ain't no damn puppet
Imma do what I wanna do just as
Long as my fans love it
And if that can't cut it, fuck it, drop me
Watch me blow up on another label I'm cocky
You better realize pa, I'm a real live star
Ask your kids if they feel my
Bars they'll tell you hell yea
Ask him is he just running his mouth or is
He really the one to look out for
They'll tell you hell yea
He's the one to look out for
He's not just running his mouth y'all
(Uh uh, no way) i been hotter than you dudes
To me this shit is easier
Than tying my two shoes
You young cats sound old and retired
Like yo flows on a diet
You ain't feeding the people right
It's like food when I rap
They get fooled when I rap
Like Slick Rick said, the ruler is back
8 AM, open my eyes
Yeah, kick my bitch, tell her open the blinds
And I'm over the stove at 9
Yeah I'm cookin breakfast for the block
Then I let her cook mine
Yeah quick line in the
Bathroom before we bounce
Not me, I mean her, she go a day-an ounce
(dang) y'all pray for her
While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley
Sitting low as I wait for her
I'm gettin' dough, I'm a paper-boy
I will take you
For the right paper boy I will take her
Shake her, tape her, waist up
Send her to the money
She be back before I wake up get ya cake up
Y'all niggas lame ducks
You probably get your game up when
I'm giving the game up my name Wayne, what
Hot boy flame up
You niggas trying to change up and
I'm getting my change up
Yea man i'm back at it
C'mon
Uhh, gangstas niggas and bitches
I'm back on my A game
Is you getting the picture? (Whattup)
And last album they don't like
Me to tell this
They undershipped my records ain't expect
Me to sell shit (Shut up)
That's what they telling me
Switch up yo' melody you hot but you go pop
Your record'll be selling three
Fuck off, I ain't no damn puppet
Imma do what I wanna do just as
Long as my fans love it
And if that can't cut it, fuck it, drop me
Watch me blow up on another label I'm cocky
You better realize pa, I'm a real live star
Ask your kids if they feel my
Bars they'll tell you hell yea
Ask him is he just running his mouth or is
He really the one to look out for
They'll tell you hell yea
He's the one to look out for
He's not just running his mouth y'all
(Uh uh, no way) i been hotter than you dudes
To me this shit is easier
Than tying my two shoes
You young cats sound old and retired
Like yo flows on a diet
You ain't feeding the people right
It's like food when I rap
They get fooled when I rap
Like Slick Rick said, the ruler is back
8 AM, open my eyes
Yeah, kick my bitch, tell her open the blinds
And I'm over the stove at 9
Yeah I'm cookin breakfast for the block
Then I let her cook mine
Yeah quick line in the
Bathroom before we bounce
Not me, I mean her, she go a day-an ounce
(dang) y'all pray for her
While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley
Sitting low as I wait for her
I'm gettin' dough, I'm a paper-boy
I will take you
For the right paper boy I will take her
Shake her, tape her, waist up
Send her to the money
She be back before I wake up get ya cake up
Y'all niggas lame ducks
You probably get your game up when
I'm giving the game up my name Wayne, what
Hot boy flame up
You niggas trying to change up and
I'm getting my change up