Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Me Blow Ya Mind_Original Artist, artist - The Vocal Masters. Album song RnB Hits Rules, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 05.03.2017
Record label: Sun Fly UK
Song language: English
Let Me Blow Ya Mind_Original Artist |
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, weaving through the traffic |
This one strong, should be labeled as a hazard |
Some of y'all niggas hot, psych, 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 writing well, too concerned with fashion |
None of you ain't Giselle, cat walk and imagine |
A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, casted |
Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it |
If I had to give you more, it's only been a year |
Now I've got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere |
It took a while to get me here, 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 ain't a gangster, prankster, too much to eat |
Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me (Huh) |
Now why you gritting 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 |
Ain't no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see |
Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe |
Huh, 16's mine, create my own lines |
Love for my wordplay that's hard to find |
Sophomore, I ain't scared, one of a kind |
All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine |
Eyes bloodshot, stressing, chills up your spine |
Huh, sick to your stomach wishing I wrote your rhymes |
I knew I had to give you more, it's only been a year |
Now I've got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere |
It took a while to get me here, and I'm gonna take my time |
Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind |
Let your bones crack |
Your back pop, I can't stop |
Excitement, Glock shots from your stash spot |
Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route |
Glocked down, blasters, sets while I mash out |
Yeah, nigga, mash out, D-R-E, huh |
Backtrack, make that, E-V-E |
Do you like that? |
(Ew) 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, tension gone, give you relief |
Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me |
Damn, she much thinner know now I'm complete (Uh-huh) |
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 |
If I had to give you more, it's only been a year |
Now I've got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere |
It took a while to get me here, and I'm gonna take my time |
Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind |