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OT The Real - Blow Lyrics



OT The Real - Blow Lyrics




Yeah, that's the same shit I been on

Homie got caught with that Yehart,
He pray all day that it stay as a state charge
He callin' me as I'm droppin' them trays off
They listenin', gotta watch what you say, dawg
Say, dawg, I heard you got caught with a 8-ball
You nervous, you probably won't stay tall
You workin', you out, it won't take long
Now it's like all of a sudden his case gone
They got him comin' for fake jawns
Said they got him covered like State Farm
I told him it's slow, I hit my bro, he ain't make none
Now I ain't watchin', I stay calm,
You turnin' the neighborhood a napalm
But everyone tellin', oh, didn't you know?
They ain't got nothin' to know, you be hustlin', you gotta pretend that it's slow
You never will know, you never will know, bro, just get up and go
You never will know who's selling they soul until you give him the blow

Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow

I got a player in Potsdown
Bro, callin' me from the F's to this lockdown
Tellin' me chill, but he know I can't stop now
I'm out the door for that shit, or get knocked down
Back to the wall, I'm the one who always rocks out
Back to the wall, I'm the one who put rocks on
Nothing forever, your head on a swivel
Find two connects and just get in the middle
But homie was trippin' like edibles hit him
Ain't goin' to heaven, the devil's with him
I guess he thought nobody ever would kill him
If anyone ask you, he never was with him
Cause everyone tellin', oh, didn't you know?
They ain't got nothin' to know, you be hustlin', you gotta pretend that it's slow
You never will know, you never will know, bro, just get up and go
You never will know who's selling they soul until you give him the blow

Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow

Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow"
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English

Yeah, that's the same shit I been on

Homie got caught with that Yehart,
He pray all day that it stay as a state charge
He callin' me as I'm droppin' them trays off
They listenin', gotta watch what you say, dawg
Say, dawg, I heard you got caught with a 8-ball
You nervous, you probably won't stay tall
You workin', you out, it won't take long
Now it's like all of a sudden his case gone
They got him comin' for fake jawns
Said they got him covered like State Farm
I told him it's slow, I hit my bro, he ain't make none
Now I ain't watchin', I stay calm,
You turnin' the neighborhood a napalm
But everyone tellin', oh, didn't you know?
They ain't got nothin' to know, you be hustlin', you gotta pretend that it's slow
You never will know, you never will know, bro, just get up and go
You never will know who's selling they soul until you give him the blow

Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow

I got a player in Potsdown
Bro, callin' me from the F's to this lockdown
Tellin' me chill, but he know I can't stop now
I'm out the door for that shit, or get knocked down
Back to the wall, I'm the one who always rocks out
Back to the wall, I'm the one who put rocks on
Nothing forever, your head on a swivel
Find two connects and just get in the middle
But homie was trippin' like edibles hit him
Ain't goin' to heaven, the devil's with him
I guess he thought nobody ever would kill him
If anyone ask you, he never was with him
Cause everyone tellin', oh, didn't you know?
They ain't got nothin' to know, you be hustlin', you gotta pretend that it's slow
You never will know, you never will know, bro, just get up and go
You never will know who's selling they soul until you give him the blow

Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow

Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow
Get rid of the blow, get rid of the blow, bro, get rid of the blow"
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Writer: Nicholas Stimson, Stephen P. Odell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: OT The Real
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Nicholas Stimson, Stephen P. Odell

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