Lil Wyte, Jelly Roll, Sonny Bama - Blow My High lyrics
Jelly Roll [Jason Bradley DeFord] Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wyte, Jelly Roll, Sonny Bama - Blow My High lyrics]
Hello? What's up baby? Nah, man
I'm at the studio, man
Nah like I'm finna walk in
To the booth right now
No! there ain't no bitches up here
Quit trippin'! God damn!
I been here with the crew, and she asks who
We can do what you wanna do
Ya, that's cool baby we can spend some time
We can just ride
What ever you wanna do baby I don't mind
Just as long as u don't blow my high
Baby girl, don't blow my high
You out your mind, don't blow my high
Baby girl, don't blow my high no no
I work my ass off to
Get you, blew your twenty-first
Be at the party just to kiss you
God I miss you
Thinkin' about what we could've been
Before I dissed you
Called me a bitch in front of my boss
You invested in tissue i wish you
Could only see what I was tryin' to show you
Was that I had it all like and
All you had to do was know
You had me on lock but some
Where wonderin' you lost the key
I'm a beast in when I'm in side a
Cage an I've got to be free
Now I'm on this road fucking
Up ever thing in sight
And you were the on saying this road
Needed a bigger piece of Wyte
Baby you quick to do some shit
But I swear to god that I will
Work on our relationship as long as
You don't blow my high
Round two, I see I see the smoke
Tryin' ta get a piece of mind
Bring you out I got this bitch
Threaten to leave me behind
Said I gotta get my shit
That she kickin' me out
Said that I'm failure so I'm not
On the lease of the house
It that mother fuckin' bull shit
We either fightin' or fucking
We need to do less fighting
And a lot more fuckin'
If u think it's gona' work stoppin'
Trippin' on the code that I
Got on my phone baby leave
Me alone cause I'm grown
Baby girl I'm just keepin' it real
Cause this is my phone hoe
You don't pay the bill
So I keep the screen locked to
Keep your ass up outta it
Ye ain't try'na help the cause get
Ur ass up outta here
We can take a ride through the city
Up town and across the bank
Was up a few grand last week but it all
Lost today ridin with no place to go
Smokin on an once of drow
Money secondary to my buzz that
Id hate to blow
Turn up the radio wana here some music
Don't wanna hear that bull shit
I wanna hear a country song
Ridin to some george jones
Takin' on fourth wrong
I'm right and you're wrong
No need for debates about it
Why we always arguin that the shit
That I hate bout us
I just wanna smoke and roll
Jamin to some totem pole
Weed man gettin low I really hate that had
A half now I'm down to shake
I'm at the studio, man
Nah like I'm finna walk in
To the booth right now
No! there ain't no bitches up here
Quit trippin'! God damn!
I been here with the crew, and she asks who
We can do what you wanna do
Ya, that's cool baby we can spend some time
We can just ride
What ever you wanna do baby I don't mind
Just as long as u don't blow my high
Baby girl, don't blow my high
You out your mind, don't blow my high
Baby girl, don't blow my high no no
I work my ass off to
Get you, blew your twenty-first
Be at the party just to kiss you
God I miss you
Thinkin' about what we could've been
Before I dissed you
Called me a bitch in front of my boss
You invested in tissue i wish you
Could only see what I was tryin' to show you
Was that I had it all like and
All you had to do was know
You had me on lock but some
Where wonderin' you lost the key
I'm a beast in when I'm in side a
Cage an I've got to be free
Now I'm on this road fucking
Up ever thing in sight
And you were the on saying this road
Needed a bigger piece of Wyte
Baby you quick to do some shit
But I swear to god that I will
Work on our relationship as long as
You don't blow my high
Round two, I see I see the smoke
Tryin' ta get a piece of mind
Bring you out I got this bitch
Threaten to leave me behind
Said I gotta get my shit
That she kickin' me out
Said that I'm failure so I'm not
On the lease of the house
It that mother fuckin' bull shit
We either fightin' or fucking
We need to do less fighting
And a lot more fuckin'
If u think it's gona' work stoppin'
Trippin' on the code that I
Got on my phone baby leave
Me alone cause I'm grown
Baby girl I'm just keepin' it real
Cause this is my phone hoe
You don't pay the bill
So I keep the screen locked to
Keep your ass up outta it
Ye ain't try'na help the cause get
Ur ass up outta here
We can take a ride through the city
Up town and across the bank
Was up a few grand last week but it all
Lost today ridin with no place to go
Smokin on an once of drow
Money secondary to my buzz that
Id hate to blow
Turn up the radio wana here some music
Don't wanna hear that bull shit
I wanna hear a country song
Ridin to some george jones
Takin' on fourth wrong
I'm right and you're wrong
No need for debates about it
Why we always arguin that the shit
That I hate bout us
I just wanna smoke and roll
Jamin to some totem pole
Weed man gettin low I really hate that had
A half now I'm down to shake