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Blown Lyrics - Artist : Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh I be blown in my city, really gone off the sticky I get blown in my city by the hoes you think is pretty You ain't known in your city Pimp, you slipping, you better get with it Bet you Spitta pop up in a Lamborgini by Christmas I pop that shit and when I speak, I speak it into existence Millions upon millions, I'm looking good with it Bitches know 'bout Spitta, an addict for Tenni's All my hoes who shop for me know I don't wear white fitteds Half-baked, Mr. Nice Guy with it Flow so serious, it's often bitten Blame I don't place on them but shame on them And my name's ringing bells The [?] are changing the air, these niggas are not prepared But the streets are very aware Spitta is the original, niggas got identity crisis, they trying to be similar The way he kick shit you would think Bruce Lee was killing him Catch my breath and then I go back in I put on for my city, grind strong for my city Get that natural exposure, bring it home to my city [?] great weed we buy Spirit of the Wright brothers, nigga we that fly Yeah Come on nigga Put on for your mother fucking city if you got to, gangsta Get it while the getting is good, nigga Fuck the bullshit, nigga I been putting on for my city since fucking '91, nigga And I'm still there, ya heard me Magnolia ain't [?] We still putting on for the city, nigga Everywhere I go, nigga, Magnolia follow me Niggas in my heart, niggas in my bones, ya heard me And we putting on for my city And every other niggas city that I go to, nigga Put on for your city, gangsta |
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