Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blow, artist - Tyler, The Creator. Album song Bastard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Record label: F.M.F. Entertainment
Song language: English
Blow |
If this was a game |
I already know that I would come out winner |
And I’m not braggin', I’mma be in her |
But this bitch really think that I’m 'bout to buy her dinner |
My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter |
Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper |
Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender |
But I don’t give a fuck and keep her list’in like Schindler |
she’s cute but her forehead’s big |
Got stretch marks like she got four kids |
Her legs can’t close like the four door hinge Bronco |
That O.J. |
killed the white hos with |
A wealthy white girl without the facelift |
Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet |
Leave the bitch breathless, what the bitch don’t know is that |
I’m a muthafuckin’sellout and a rapist |
Baby, you’re an angel |
How 'bout we turn this into a fable of some sort? |
You already know you’re dead |
Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course |
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk |
Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow |
If this was a game |
I would be considered a muthafuckin’legend |
And I ain’t tryna gas you up like Chevron |
But I’m high as fuck bitch, you really need to get on my leverage |
Now we’re in the cabin, in the middle of uhh |
Dreamy little bastard, I done ran outta luck so now |
it’s time for a bloody foot you little rabbit |
you’re very attractive, and notice that |
My hat is always the color of cactus |
And I hang with wolves cause I’m an evil Bastard |
Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered |
Met you at my school, departed at my house |
Ended at your panties, started at your blouse |
Pushed you down stairs, I took a nap up on the couch |
If you wanted a date, don’t come |
Now you gotta make it easy for me don’t run |
You call this shit kids, well I call these kids cum |
And you call this shit rape but I think that rape’s fun |
Wait now it’s about eight somethin |
it’s late and you stuck in my base-one |
Come downstairs with nothin’but a shoe string |
Yeah bitch this date’s done |
Baby, you’re an angel |
How 'bout we turn this into a fable of some sort? |
You already know you’re dead |
Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course |
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk |
Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow |
I like my girls how I like my drugs, white |
Lord, you’re so pretty, lyin’in my arms |
I just got one request, stop breathin' |