Bryson Tiller - Blowing Smoke lyrics

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Bryson Tiller - Blowing Smoke lyrics

[Intro] Ayy It's 7AM in the morning, I been up since 3 f** it, I'ma keep going Yeah [Verse 1] Young Pen Griffey I go to, I go to bat for my n***as The pun was intended, n***a Wow, look how I'm livin', n***a Angels say watch how you spendin', n***a Devil say cop a new Bentley, n***a Might as well, quick as you get it, n***a Made a prediction, n***a Fortune teller, n***a Ayy, I got it, yeah, I get it, n***a You a rappin' contradiction, n***a Hunnid racks on a sticker New whip and I'm in it with her Set it off, this a stick up 'Til they came and shake sh** up Shakin' that sh** up Then I go put a check in the bank, n***a Got a lot up on my plate, n***a Grandma need a new estate, n***a You a fraud, you a fake, n***a Can't keep up with the pace, n***a Keep the f** up out the race, n***a [Chorus] Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow Pump your brakes, go slow Just like my shawty, she like it slow Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing smoke Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah Yeah, I heard it all before Don't let 'em lie to you anymore Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore [Verse 2] Ayy, don't let 'em fool you, baby Gene Snyder, get shifty, n***a Need a lighter for the spliff, n***a I pull up in a street fighter chain, hit a n***a Now that I got your attention, n***a Keep my name off your lips, n***a Hey, just like her, I don't take you serious, n***a No you can't be serious, n***a You can't be serious, n***a I can't even hear it, n***a Gotta be up on my tier, n***a You ain't nowhere near, n***a Young Tiller don't fear a n***a Ayy, this no joke, no smoke, no mirrors, n***a Know you seen me last year, n***a All at Cleveland Cavaliers, n***a Thoroughbred, I'm a winner D'USSE in my cup, I feel like Jigga Wins got me hittin' liquor (faded) And I got you n***as feelin' bitter (you mad) b**h, I been a heavy hitter But you barely makin' plays, n***a f** it, let me demonstrate, n***a Home runnin', not safe, n***a Guess I got what it takes, n***a Can't keep up with the pace, n***a Get the f** up out the race, n***a [Chorus] Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow Pump your brakes, go slow Just like my shawty, she like it slow Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing smoke Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah Yeah, I heard it all before Don't let 'em lie to you anymore Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore

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