Future - My Blower lyrics

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Future - My Blower lyrics

[Intro: Future & Juicy J] Esco, Hold up, I got you mane It's gettin technical, it's gettin technical, I can tell you that Ayy [Hook: Future] Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up b**h better know who I am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po') Already worked out a deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no) Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I had my blower (slick, slick) I'm always chasin' these mills, cause I used to sleep on the floor (mhmm) I know you see me in all this gear, still I wanna have more Been f**in this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this p**y was yours She ain't tell me this p**y was yours [Verse 1: Juicy J] (Ayy) I just popped my hood (hood) and I can't find my motor (motor) I walked in the bank (bank) like b**h never mind my odor (my odor) That's grade A loud I'm blowin (mhmm) I just put my wrist out, it's snowin (snowin) Its a baby AR I'm totin' (totin'), n***a try me right now, I'mma show him Been getting paid since the percolator, you ain't real you a impersonator (n***a) I got money so damn old that it ain't even in circulate (yeah) Hook your a** to a respirator, I was only tryna help you haters Send my goons to a**a**inate you, my joint so long I use wrapping paper Lit, I'm a stoner, met your girl at the club I'mma bone her You can have that hoe right back, I don't want that b**h, she a loaner Used to be hanging on the corner, now a n***a live on the Billboard I got more money than I can spend, and a team full of n***as that'll k** for it [Hook: Future] Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up b**h better know who I am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po') Already worked out a deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no) Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I had my blower (slick, slick) I'm always chasin these mills, cause I used to sleep on the floor I know you see me in all this gear, still I wanna have more Been f**in this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this p**y was yours Lil' n***a need to go chill, good thing I had my blower [Verse 2: Future] Sixteen zips in the seal, twenty-five hundred tomorrow Pushin up in a new whip, got wings all on my doors f**in off in Chanel, I done bought the Hermes store up Rollin' up straight out the zip (smoke) OG all in my bud (kush) Made my hoe switch ships, b**h you know I'm the plug Actavis, Actavis, Actavis, b**h gotta keep two cups Mix it up till it turn pink, now about the time we po' up (po' up) I done been up for a week, now I feel like I'm about to throw up f** around hit my cup (cup) you ain't gon' do nothin but nod (pint) Ran up on a whole lotta millions (millions) Super done beat those odds (odds) Hang around a lot of retards, gotta keep the hammer on guard I'm gonna make it hard for you eat, cause most of you n***as y'all frauds [Hook: Future] Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up b**h better know who I am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po') Already worked out a deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no) Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I had my blower (slick, slick) I'm always chasin these mills, cause I used to sleep on the floor I know you see me in all this gear, still I wanna have more Been f**in this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this p**y was yours Lil' n***a need to go chill, good thing I had my blower