Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me Blow Ya Mind , by - SoundSense. Song from the album 100% 00's, in the genre ПопRelease date: 20.02.2013
Record label: Bpm
Song language: English
Let Me Blow Ya Mind |
| Uh, uh, uh, huh |
| Yo, yo Drop your glasses, shake your asses |
| Face screwed up like you having hot flashes |
| Which one, pick one, this one, classic |
| Red from blonde, yeah bitch I’m drastic |
| Why this, why that, lips stop askin |
| Listen to me baby, relax and start passin |
| Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic |
| This one strong should be labelled as a hazard |
| Some of y’all niggas hot, sike I’m gassin |
| Clowns I spot em and I can’t stop laughin |
| Easy come, easy go, E-V gon’be lastin |
| Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic |
| Some of y’all ain’t writin well, too concerned with fashion |
| None of you aint Giselle, cat walk and imagine |
| A lot of y’all Hollywood, drama, casted |
| Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it I knew I had to give you more, it’s only been a year |
| Now I got my foot through the door, and I ain’t goin nowhere |
| It took a while to get me in, and I’m gonna take my time |
| Don’t fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind |
| They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy (?) |
| Shank up, haters wanna come after me You aint a gangster, prankster, too much to eat |
| Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me |
| Now while you grittin your teeth |
| Frustration baby you got to breathe |
| Take a lot more than you to get rid of me You see I do what they can’t do, I just do me Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see |
| Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don’t believe |
| Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines |
| Love for my wordplay that’s hard to find |
| Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind |
| All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine |
| Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine |
| Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your rhymes |
| Let your bones crack |
| Your back pop, I can’t stop |
| Excitement, glock shots from your stash box |
| Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route |
| Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out |
| Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E |
| Back track, think back, E-V-E |
| Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you |
| Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too |
| Don’t believe I’ll show you, take you with me Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief |
| Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me Damn she much thinner know now I’m complete |
| Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or Die bitch, double R, came strong |
| Beware, cause I crush anything I land on Me here, ain’t no mistake nigga it was planned on |