Vārdi:
The Blow In My Room

, baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck

, with every beat of my heart With every beat of my heart, with every beat of my heart Every beat of my heart, oh, every beat of my heart Every beat of my

young Don, the heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill Cuzo, let me blow for my

happenin what? The beat become my soul, I'm goin out of control Look in my face as my eyeballs roll Back in my head and the mic glows red Step in my face

one I walk softly, carry a big dick these family jewels is my most important riches but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my bitch And

I call the crew with the black ski masks But right now we'll only worry 'bout the basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold Throw in a blow

No One In My City Got A Pocket Like Drizzy I Can Rock Fitted Jeans Cuz My Credit Card Skinny Its Pitch Black And Covers All Incidentals And Mrs Wrong Sorry You Aint Notice My

you do if you was in my shoes? Leave dudes in the rearview V-12 engine, corners spinnin' Twinkies shinin', pinky ring Armadale, nigga stinky stink Top, down, my

Everybody meet, except for smaller portions For real though, behave yourself on some grown shit It ain't enough room dawg, I'm on my own hit [Chorus