Naledge

Naledge - Project Blowed lyrics

rate me

Cheers, where everybody seem to know your name

And when you stick it into women always glad you came

It’s reezy baby, open, open up the window pain

It’s easy sipping reason with some women that ain’t in the fame

But I got it nonetheless,

The devil’s wearing prada, so I got her in the flesh

We faded all the time, but this moment ain’t the rest

Rest assure, if the jimmy’s women that he got the best

Matter fact, throw them on the raft, I don’t know her past

When we puff, puff, pass, and I throw away the glass

Remi throw it back like vodka upon the reggie

Cruising Lincoln high but eating papis with the pepsi

Cd’s are the days of our life

Even when we lay low, we seem to get high, yeah

And I’m so fly, bird’s eye view, over shot skyline

And I’m up, up, up, up away we go, away we go, go

To project blowed, oh, oh

I said up, up, up, up away we go, away we go, go

Welcome to project blowed, oh, oh, oh, oh

Yeah, yeah, away we go

Reporting live from the mother ship,

Fresh off the town call get a grip

Cool point set the all time high

The picture of my license is the future of the shy

Screaming black man rise, black man rise

Something I ain’t gotta try nigga, I just be

Strip teasing in the lap a luxury

In search of the American dream like Dusty

Rose to my princess not a toll but a caterpillar

Just tryina take plight

Price …can’t fly where I’m bout to go

I’m married to the hustle, fucking with the flow

Birds like hoes go ahead , touch your hoes

Binoculary pimp, cardie walking with a limp

No coojy, hoopy still sucking in the hoopty

But I got the bread and butter, put it over loosly

And I’m up, up, up, up away we go, away we go, go

To project blowed, oh, oh

I said up, up, up, up away we go, away we go, go

Welcome to project blowed, oh, oh, oh, oh

Yeah, yeah, away we go

Cheers, I put the dick in your ear cause I’m like fuck what you hear

The years, well it’s 2012 I see you …

Over there, to sell

Girl, ain’t no way that you can tell me

That you not giving that cellie up

Or really you gonn hear me yell

Fuck that, cause I am the shit, cheers to me

Die if you quick, my iron is 6, cough

This is a warning, next time find your way or get lost

And more important, it’s the celebration

Who selling the bration, how much it cost, come on

Y’all know the boss waiting

I ain’t got time for this, my seconds is money

My minutes is millions, so y’all paying the bill is funny

Honey, say it in soul, cause your lips is just made

For my …to blow, ah

So blow oh, oh.

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