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-хопDate 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' |