Clyde Strokes - So When I... (Blow Up) lyrics

[Verse 1] The b**hes kinda hate me... (Girl: "HA. Kind of?!") Okay more than Chris Brown after the sh** went down It makes sense. I'm kind of a piece of sh** And every girl I trick to kiss my lips still regrets it What can I say I'm not Matthew McConaughey Grew up on that Snoop, I don't love them hoes anyway Same sh** different day, no one really gives a f** Same b**h different name. Silly s*ut So shut the f** up b**h and turn the speakers up And make it thump until the dash board seater busts And when my Tommy Gun tongue starts buckin' off shots The Source will give me 5 mics [Hook] So when I... blow up Catch me in that '63 Nova Scraping through the city streets shoulders Lower. Tore up Motor got fangs like a Cobra So what? I'ma ride slower So when I... blow up Catch me in that '63 Nova Scraping through the city streets shoulders Lower. Tore up Motor got fangs like a Cobra So what? I'ma ride slower [Verse 2] I said.. the girl's hair's long she think she bad She got that a** from her Mom. God damn I seen it with nothin' on but a spray tan She thinks she's a model broad, nah man I told her that she's a ten last night She's about a four or five, I lied Mami broke just like a little girl Bobby's right, she thinks that one day she'll see the world Yeah right. No way I said Mami's on c**aine I told her I was in the movie "Soul Plane" I promised that b**h the world and then I said the same sh** to her home girl [Hook] So when I... blow up Catch me in that '63 Nova Scraping through the city streets shoulders Lower. Tore up Motor got fangs like a Cobra So what? I'ma ride slower So when I... blow up Catch me in that '63 Nova Scraping through the city streets shoulders Lower. Tore up Motor got fangs like a Cobra So what? I'ma ride slower [Verse 3] Ay I told her that I'm a rockstar (Girl: "Where's your guitar?") I left it in a friend's car (Girl: "Ha, That's real bizarre") What's bizarre is seeing you in this bar and needing to know who you are I wanna put you in my memoires Ever ride on big tires, through the gates of your own little empire? Sit shotty with the God in the Maserati Ain't that what the ballers always say? Well anyway I could be ballin' anyday I'll leave you drive when you're a big girl... I'll leave you drive when you're a big girl... I'll leave you drive when you're a big girl... big girl....