Juelz Santana - Blowmymnd lyrics

Blunt full of that Buddha Car full of them shooters Bad chick from Bermuda But my Brazilian girl even cuter She drop down to her knees like 'I don't do this all the time' And that's when I reply Girl you know you lyin' I looked right in her eyes and said 'girl you know you fine' She said men think with they penis So I told her blow my mind That foreign car parked outside She know that sh** is mine And a real ni-a, son, like me She know that's hard to find I pulled up, I'm turnt up No, I don't wait on no line That Jesus piece, that cuban link Versace shades on my eyes Now I know how B.I.G. felt I'm strapped boy, no seat belt You a b**h n***a, yeah a female I'm a G male, no E-mail Still got that comeback Wholesale and retail I'm riding on that money train And I don't wanna be derailed I don't pop them mollies But I know that she will I'm high up, that weed smell And that codeine got me (?) 45 on my hip, 45 on my wrist 2 45 for my whip, now that's what I call lick Vegas night roulette table, lost 45 in one spin I'm a harlem n***a, I double duck, bet 45 again Lost that, made it right back, in a 45 minute trip n***a wanted to and I fronted 2, charging 45 each brick n***a you road boat, and I'm show boat And you're joe rogan, I'm hulk hogan My car foreign, next season You jet skiing, my jet leaving And I brought your girl with me She a zombie, she be head eating Wanna see a movie come see me f** hd, I'm 3d What I smoke be 1 hunned And I'm 300 like chief keef Screaming oh I, bang, bang, you know the drill Overk** Fly up, or get flown over Swag up, or get swagged on Boss up or get bossed around We don't cuff hoes, they get pa**ed on Bad b**hes, I got that Big money, I got that Four doors, coupe ? , top back, I got that Still keep that big thing and that thing'll blow your top back Who said they gon' take something? We right here, they ain't take nothing Fall back or get flat lined Red beam on that black nine Cold steel with these hot shells, you talk sh** and I back mine