Da Blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
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Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da dro, Da percs, da ounce, get
Pushed!
Get back, no halves, no edge will
give ya hash!, I'll join ya 2, but do
ya niggas smoke a blunt of this,
You wanna smoke wit me don't
bring no bullshit, da blue,
thumping, white spinners, the
green nickles,
That red superman, that peach
butter fire, that white Rolex, you'll
have those hoes hotter than a box
of stolen checks,
The snow, the white, yeah Miami
get crunk, when I see 'em in the
club they be sniffing up that skunk,
Homie 1 gee ya right, give me 1 G'
of white (white), give me 2 G' of
white (white),
Give me 3 G'f of white (white), an 8
ball for the night.
If you wanna get you lean, there
ain't nothing but that yella, all that
purp' down in Texas
Them niggas got whatever, gally
gally of that henna (Hennesy) mix it
wit that crunk juice,
We'll have a nigga spinning
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
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Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
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Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Yeah I got that weed for the low
Those pills for the low
That blow for the low
Young nigga you ain't know,
When I ride I roll high
Man an I ain't telling no lie,
When this shit get in my brain,
I grip the grain and fly by,
Say dawg you got that good up in
the hood we calling mint, right
another thing we do some call it
blow, some call it cocaine,
Fuck head nah nigga, I've been on
that bang bang hard bouncing front to back,
Watch me change the lane lane,
Cause don't be talking that shit, the
shit that I get, you bitches can't get,
The measure the A the north and
the south, is on the ground, the
under under ground ground smoked out,
Fulla green, fuck what you heard
bitch yeah I'm back up on the scene,
If you wanna get high, you should
fuck wit gangsta boo, I be turning niggas out,
Watch how quick I turn you into a
smoked out, locked out, freaky
motherfucker, on that exed out passed out,
While I pout another on da...
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
I been getting in that work
I got pounds on this perc
I'm a pimp bitch fuck you pull up
your own skirt, skirt we don't give
a fuck, 26's on the truck,
Fuck around 'til you show up, we
gon' tear this bitch up, I got x, I
got weed, I got anything you need,
When you see me in the street, just
holla at me, throw a dolla at me,
bitch swallow at me,
This ya nigga lil bo from the E.S.B.
[Big Sam]
See nigga I smoke everyday, I'm
'bout to light up sum hay, I got
that shit that will put your mind up
in the day,
But I don't fuck wit the blow, but I
fuck wit sum hoes, that be freaky,
x outta control,
I remember back in the day, wit
aches in bones, when nigga was
riding in the city truck just to get
to the dough,
But we the best in this town, they
tried to shut Atlanta down, nigga
was slanging bitches down, 20 kilos a pound!
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
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Da yak...
Da herb...
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Da blow ...
Da pills...
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Da herb...
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Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
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Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da dro, Da percs, da ounce, get
Pushed!
Get back, no halves, no edge will
give ya hash!, I'll join ya 2, but do
ya niggas smoke a blunt of this,
You wanna smoke wit me don't
bring no bullshit, da blue,
thumping, white spinners, the
green nickles,
That red superman, that peach
butter fire, that white Rolex, you'll
have those hoes hotter than a box
of stolen checks,
The snow, the white, yeah Miami
get crunk, when I see 'em in the
club they be sniffing up that skunk,
Homie 1 gee ya right, give me 1 G'
of white (white), give me 2 G' of
white (white),
Give me 3 G'f of white (white), an 8
ball for the night.
If you wanna get you lean, there
ain't nothing but that yella, all that
purp' down in Texas
Them niggas got whatever, gally
gally of that henna (Hennesy) mix it
wit that crunk juice,
We'll have a nigga spinning
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Yeah I got that weed for the low
Those pills for the low
That blow for the low
Young nigga you ain't know,
When I ride I roll high
Man an I ain't telling no lie,
When this shit get in my brain,
I grip the grain and fly by,
Say dawg you got that good up in
the hood we calling mint, right
another thing we do some call it
blow, some call it cocaine,
Fuck head nah nigga, I've been on
that bang bang hard bouncing front to back,
Watch me change the lane lane,
Cause don't be talking that shit, the
shit that I get, you bitches can't get,
The measure the A the north and
the south, is on the ground, the
under under ground ground smoked out,
Fulla green, fuck what you heard
bitch yeah I'm back up on the scene,
If you wanna get high, you should
fuck wit gangsta boo, I be turning niggas out,
Watch how quick I turn you into a
smoked out, locked out, freaky
motherfucker, on that exed out passed out,
While I pout another on da...
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
I been getting in that work
I got pounds on this perc
I'm a pimp bitch fuck you pull up
your own skirt, skirt we don't give
a fuck, 26's on the truck,
Fuck around 'til you show up, we
gon' tear this bitch up, I got x, I
got weed, I got anything you need,
When you see me in the street, just
holla at me, throw a dolla at me,
bitch swallow at me,
This ya nigga lil bo from the E.S.B.
[Big Sam]
See nigga I smoke everyday, I'm
'bout to light up sum hay, I got
that shit that will put your mind up
in the day,
But I don't fuck wit the blow, but I
fuck wit sum hoes, that be freaky,
x outta control,
I remember back in the day, wit
aches in bones, when nigga was
riding in the city truck just to get
to the dough,
But we the best in this town, they
tried to shut Atlanta down, nigga
was slanging bitches down, 20 kilos a pound!
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
Da blow ...
Da pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow, Da blow
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Writer(s): Jonathan Smith, Sammie Norris, Wendell Neal, P Glass, Lola Mitchell, C Gordon
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