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gotta blast! Video (MV)




Performed By: Lumalee
Language: English
Written by: Lee Olson




Lumalee - gotta blast! Lyrics




I'm a bandman
Countin' bands man off the kickstand
Catch me in the trap with Tay Kay 47
Don't play with us new Draco for my weapon
Young diego money but call me the jugg man
Neck all gold, know we toting poles
30 with the red dot, aim it at your nose
Look at my wrist
It'll leave you froze
We ain't smoking on no gram
I'm smoking out a bowl
One phone call and have my shooters at your throat
They don't want smoke
Know we love smoke
Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke
You can come to the hood if you want the dope
I shoot the k until that motherf*cker shake in smoke
These bitches talking, uh
These bitches going, uh
I put that k into his motherf*cking throat
Pussy boy make it home
Pop up out the cut
We get up witcha
Smoke him down like a damn Swisher
F*ck a thot 'cause I need my bands bigger
Thought she was a keeper, but my mans hit her
Yea my mans hit her so I gotta switch her
Yea my mans hit her, I let Blast switch her
Call up Blast yea yea he's a ass kicker
Call up Bay-bBay yea he's a class ditcher
Call a shooter yea I gotta blast brotha
Gotta blast leave you in the past brotha
I was ditching class for the cash brotha
These bitches talking
But I'm on they ass brotha
Go get that money
Had to get it fast brotha
I didn't do no work
Just count that cash brotha
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I'm a bandman
Countin' bands man off the kickstand
Catch me in the trap with Tay Kay 47
Don't play with us new Draco for my weapon
Young diego money but call me the jugg man
Neck all gold, know we toting poles
30 with the red dot, aim it at your nose
Look at my wrist
It'll leave you froze
We ain't smoking on no gram
I'm smoking out a bowl
One phone call and have my shooters at your throat
They don't want smoke
Know we love smoke
Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke
You can come to the hood if you want the dope
I shoot the k until that motherf*cker shake in smoke
These bitches talking, uh
These bitches going, uh
I put that k into his motherf*cking throat
Pussy boy make it home
Pop up out the cut
We get up witcha
Smoke him down like a damn Swisher
F*ck a thot 'cause I need my bands bigger
Thought she was a keeper, but my mans hit her
Yea my mans hit her so I gotta switch her
Yea my mans hit her, I let Blast switch her
Call up Blast yea yea he's a ass kicker
Call up Bay-bBay yea he's a class ditcher
Call a shooter yea I gotta blast brotha
Gotta blast leave you in the past brotha
I was ditching class for the cash brotha
These bitches talking
But I'm on they ass brotha
Go get that money
Had to get it fast brotha
I didn't do no work
Just count that cash brotha
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Writer: Lee Olson
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