STR1KE, D U G A N, Hoodie Honcho - Blow Up ft. Hoodie Honcho lyrics
[STR1KE, D U G A N, Hoodie Honcho - Blow Up ft. Hoodie Honcho lyrics]
Yuh yuh
Yuh, Oh, Aye, Yuh
Fucked on your bitch cause i could
Then she gave me lick on my wood yuh, aye
Pull up to your crib, whats good
Whats poppin'
And she gave me head like it's nothing
Stop it 2 hands gripped on her back
Watch her throw it up, on my dick it clapped
Fact too much numbers
Might crash like an old age mac oh, aye, yuh
Going through the back at the back of the bus
Bouncing up and down on my dick, might bust
Gonna run it up like my numbers ain't enough
Getting to the bag, no bluff, no fuss
When I'm on my shit, don't give up uh
'DSC', clique, gon' blow up uh
Everyday grind, gon' glow up uh
Only way we go gon' be up yuh
Yeah I'm feeling heavenly
These people wanna hate on me
I'm mixing in the kitchen
Whippin' up the fucking recipe
These rappers selling souls
Giving up to the deity
Demons on these melodies from
Doing all these LSD's yuh
Mental tripping imma' see you later (LATER)
Eyes red, just call me Vadar (Woo, Woo)
In the zone, bitch I'm smoking down
Hot boxing in the elevator! AWE SHIT!
What do you mean?
You cannot fuck with the team!
We off a bean! Goofy like your Max dad
That shit is fucking extreme
OK, I'm ready and back on my bullshit
Tripping boy smoke with the nymphs
Book shit like Spiderwick
Bitch get the fuck out my business
Yeah, if you felt what I felt on the daily
I feel like you'd see that
It's more than Mercedes
I made so many mistakes in this life
But I try not to dwell on it
Unless I go crazy
Fuck it, I think it, I say it
I let it get to me until I get tired and hazy
I've been betrayed by so many damn people
I'm starting to think it's the
Shit I let make me
Fuck it, these women hop in with I hate em'
It's really this money
These milli's I'm chasing
Me, Ross and Dugan
We ain't with the bullshit
We know how these people be basic
Money the mission, McLaren transmission
I step on the gas and I blaze it
Fire at those boys, I hit it, I split it
I'm dripping like bitch it's lil' Baby
Yuh, Oh, Aye, Yuh
Fucked on your bitch cause i could
Then she gave me lick on my wood yuh, aye
Pull up to your crib, whats good
Whats poppin'
And she gave me head like it's nothing
Stop it 2 hands gripped on her back
Watch her throw it up, on my dick it clapped
Fact too much numbers
Might crash like an old age mac oh, aye, yuh
Going through the back at the back of the bus
Bouncing up and down on my dick, might bust
Gonna run it up like my numbers ain't enough
Getting to the bag, no bluff, no fuss
When I'm on my shit, don't give up uh
'DSC', clique, gon' blow up uh
Everyday grind, gon' glow up uh
Only way we go gon' be up yuh
Yeah I'm feeling heavenly
These people wanna hate on me
I'm mixing in the kitchen
Whippin' up the fucking recipe
These rappers selling souls
Giving up to the deity
Demons on these melodies from
Doing all these LSD's yuh
Mental tripping imma' see you later (LATER)
Eyes red, just call me Vadar (Woo, Woo)
In the zone, bitch I'm smoking down
Hot boxing in the elevator! AWE SHIT!
What do you mean?
You cannot fuck with the team!
We off a bean! Goofy like your Max dad
That shit is fucking extreme
OK, I'm ready and back on my bullshit
Tripping boy smoke with the nymphs
Book shit like Spiderwick
Bitch get the fuck out my business
Yeah, if you felt what I felt on the daily
I feel like you'd see that
It's more than Mercedes
I made so many mistakes in this life
But I try not to dwell on it
Unless I go crazy
Fuck it, I think it, I say it
I let it get to me until I get tired and hazy
I've been betrayed by so many damn people
I'm starting to think it's the
Shit I let make me
Fuck it, these women hop in with I hate em'
It's really this money
These milli's I'm chasing
Me, Ross and Dugan
We ain't with the bullshit
We know how these people be basic
Money the mission, McLaren transmission
I step on the gas and I blaze it
Fire at those boys, I hit it, I split it
I'm dripping like bitch it's lil' Baby