J. COLE - Blow Up lyrics

rate me

Laaa la la laaaa

La la laaaa

Hey, this is a song for my haters,

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah

Hey, this is a song for my haters,

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah

Haa, bitch I'm about to blow up

Uh huh, say what

Bitch I'm about to blow up

Hey I came up, I warmed up the next up

Bitch I'm about to blow up

Now don't it sound legendary

Liven up the ressurected dead and buried

This for niggas who ain't satisfied with secondary

This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary

Uh, I'm blowing up and bitch I'm still me

But what's the cost to live your dreams, do you feel me?

Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be

Funny how money changed and whips make me feel free

I'm starring in this bitch and yeah I write the show

Fuck the haters I'm headed to the place you like to go

They say, "what you fighting for, the game is on life support"

And Gary Coleman just passed, life is short

Bitch I'm about to blow up, look I'm about to blow up

Yeah got to the club early just to get a friend, wait for hoes to show up

Man, but now it's bottles at them tables, bring the models boy I'm about to po' up

Uh huh, you know what, bitch I'm about to blow up

Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)

La la laaaa (Right side right side ah ha)

Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)

La la laaaa (Bitch I'm about to blow up)

Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch I'm about to blow up)

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah (Ha, said I'm about to blow up)

Hey, this is a song for my haters (Uh huh, look I'm about to blow up)

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah

Yeah, bitch I'm about to blow up

Momma said I should reconsider law school

That means I wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Hell naw, got a degree but what that cost you

You make a good salary just to pay Sally May

That's real as ever

Ducking bill collectors like Jehova's witness

When they showed up at your door at Christmas

Was broke as dishes tryna let it go

Hit the club she drop it low, lower than my credit score

Account overdraft what I got this debit for

Summers dead it got me drinking thinking bitch I better blow

I better blow,

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

You border like Mexico

Hey baby girl what it look like

And where ya head at, and what ya cook like

She said where ya bread at, and what your whip like

You ain't got one or the other than brother good night

Bitch I'm about to blow up, look I'm about to blow up

Yeah got to the club early just to get a friend, wait for hoes to show up

But now it's bottles at the tables bring the models, boy I'm about to po' up

Uh ha, you know what

Bitch I'm about to blow up

Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)

La la laaaa (Right side right side ah ha)

Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)

La la laaaa (Bitch I'm about to blow up)

Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch I'm about to blow up)

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah (Uh, said I'm about to blow up)

Hey, this is a song for my haters (Yeah, bitch I'm about to blow up)

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah

Bitch I'm about to blow up!

Praise God it's hard to stay spiritual

How they got these niggas on the TV selling miracles

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

If I call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Well damn, why ain't you say so

Take this shaking ass multiply all my pesos

And erase my number out the phone of these fake hoes

I saved her number just in case but now it's case closed

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

You'll never be me partner so it don't fucking matter

You try to be and your career will see funerals

And be you that's what it sounds, beautiful

Then maybe you could blow up

And maybe you could blow up

Shit but you know what

For now bitch I'm about to blow up

Thanks to djSAS for correcting these lyrics