Frazic - Let Em Blow lyrics
Chorus Lately - I got a chick and she wanna holler at me at the party Not sure she got a friend, if I´m on the roam Just me so rowdy at the party Hands down and let em blow, like imma making dough That it sounds as skank as panic But Im tryna make her doll But she got her wild running in to my pant All as I slowly panting - seeing She got a girlfriend, she got a girl They wanna do they g**n with me And as I nearly gnarly, I got the rhyme syndrome Running franter on me Verse I Uhh- Let em blow, I pull it downy slow Everything is germs, got me pressing it in the low Got her girlfriend and she sinky and it dope Everytime she pulled down the club like a brooms Rum in a song on the flow make it roll Everthing is kinda scandalous on her lumps Know I got a girl but she don´t really mind Got the colour of Mustang, tha mofo milf Stainless skin like a mobstar in a steal manic fly And 'I got the care to get her out the paled Heavything arriving outta club, everybody see my ride Ballers cudy on song to prally Either you sway when you crook in yo swag I done do it other way.. Everytime I slean made my colloogle a desire Just to wave in a room and strike in a mix I require none of that, still your girl is to me - How High! Chorus Lately - I got a chick and she wanna hollat me at the party Not sure she got a friend, if I´m on the roam Just me so rowdy at the party Hands down and let em blow, like imma making dough That it sounds as skank as panic But Im tranna make her doll But she got her wild running in to my pant All as I slowly panting - seeing She got a girlfriend, she got a girl That wanna do the g**n with me An as I nearly gnarly, I got the rhyme syndrome Running franter on me Verse II Puffing on my favourite joint at the club When we palish ain´t no shame Ladys hotter than the sun and my homies dawg Everything is cooky, cuz thesame sh** is flamed from the blow I rhyme from the sign in the ray Hooking down to dare Amsterdam Everybody in the hood well as crook a DAM Everytime we come around, insane - sh** is working right Heavy thigh is holla right, besides I blow paper first to stay the f** all night Every Mr. Swayz still not finding mean Every Mr. Slayer is still a criminal to me I be pressing success it´s all fun to me And I get it back sooky tote It´s just too kukurza, everytime they mocking right I´m still so hood till I die Every little mickey racing in this way, it would get rant Every mimic in single mini flaunting now since I come around I rock giddy mitten silk and this ain´t ripping When she go up and down