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blow - demotus lyrics

[chorus]
blowin’, dope
blowin’, gas
i put the work in the bag
i only f-ck with the rad
you can, hate
i get, cash
diamonds on negative temperatures
she wanna f-ck, i don’t mention it
blowin’ dope
blowin’ gas
i put the work in the bag
i only f-ck with the rad
you can, hate
i get, cash
diamonds on negative temperatures
she wanna f-ck, i don’t mention it

[verse 1]
i took her home and i’m f-cking
i sit back and laugh at the money you spent on her
you put a ring on her finger
i take her, i leave her, i never remember her
then i might flip me a brick
and then take me a trip to a place that you never were
shipping them packages
f-ck paying taxes
you not in my bracket, you never were
i do not f-ck with like half of you
im coming after you, blood in my apple juice
i always keep me a pack or two
keep me a strap cause i do what i have to do
you think imma run, imma laugh at you
f-ck all that, pull out that .40 and blast at you
i’m yellin’ f-ck you, its capitals stack a few
you get mad that i throw stacks at you b-tch
glock attached to my hip for the niggas who hatin’
i’m money makin’
stay to myself, gettin’ rich
my shit is so sick, they wish its contagious
i got the power inside of me
i could be anything, i’m changing phases
i need a house just to hold all my presidents
wipe off your feet fore you walk in my residence

- demotus lyrics

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