03 Greedo, Nef The Pharaoh - Blow-Up Bed lyrics
[03 Greedo, Nef The Pharaoh - Blow-Up Bed lyrics]
We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
I've been down before, I blew up
I was on the blow-up bed
Now I'm that nigga from Los
Angeles to New York
Bay Area to Memphis Tenn, yeah
Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
I share hoes
She say her last nigga was a scarecrow
Me and Greedy Greed back to
Back in Sprinter Benz it's 2018
It's 'bout time that they let some niggas win
My body tatted and my passport matchin'
I'm addicted to traveling
I'm an airport addict
You just 21, you is not no savage
I am stackin' for them days
I am not gon' have it
I'ma pull a drakey out the bag, fuck a rabbit
Now watch him get to hoppin' like
A bunny when I clap it
I be overseas, you ain't never left Cali
At the shows with the Queen
Bey and I met Khaled
I'm booked, ain't no more room on my calender
This Hellcat'll burn the fuck
Out your Challenger
High school dropout, I ain't graduate
But I got rich, fed my family
Then my niggas ate
We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
I've been down before, I blew up
I was on the blow-up bed
Now I'm that nigga from Los
Angeles to New York
Bay Area to Memphis Tenn, yeah
Fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Bitch you ain't the one I want, I wanted
Shoot your shot, the chopper hold a hundred
AR-15 drummin' look here bitch
I don't give a fuck about no good hair bitch
We can get some money out
Some good head bitch
I just keep on sayin' it's a good year bitch
I been blowin' up like a Goodyear blimp
But nigga don't tempt me
I'ma squeeze my finger on the
Chopper 'til it's empty
Know I keep that Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C
If UGK, best be ridin' dirty with me
I feel like a legend
Got some time to do in Texas
I can't make a statement
Guess they just don't get the message
Smokin' lines, sippin' lean
Know that line ain't hit the 'znie
Just sendin' them tracks out of town
Address it
We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
I've been down before, I blew up
I was on the blow-up bed
Now I'm that nigga from Los
Angeles to New York
Bay Area to Memphis Tenn, yeah