Lola Monroe Blow My High
Why ya'll trippin', I'm just fine. Wont ya'll clowns
waste my time.
I aint slept in a weeek, boss bitch grind. Grown ass
bald niggas blow my high.
Blow my high, blow my high. Blow my high, blow my high.
I aint slept in a
week boss bitch grind. Wont let ya'll clowns waste my
time.
Squares everywhere, so my circle small. What ya'll
stand for remind me of
a of Urkel fall. Ya geek out swag screen, I'mma urk you
out, clowned out,
fake G's, Mark who, dog? I'm so tired of ya'll popping
big shit.
Real G's don't talk, that bitch shit. Them pussy's let
them lips
lose for a quick lick, treat them like a prostitute,
slick Rick.
Daum, caught this one clown with his man shit on. But
he steady,
pump fakin', we advance, get guns. That shit just blew
my high.
I sweat this nigga's trippin' off that ooh lala.
Why ya'll trippin', I'm just fine. Wont ya'll clowns
waste my time.
I aint slept in a weeek, boss bitch grind. Grown ass
bald niggas blow my high.
Blow my high, blow my high. Blow my high, blow my high.
I aint slept in a
week boss bitch grind. Wont let ya'll clowns waste my
time.
