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Blow Rap (feat. Mad Talent) Video (MV)




Performed By: Cartie Curt
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Curtis cross, Mario Tatum




Cartie Curt - Blow Rap (feat. Mad Talent) Lyrics
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Bitch I'm a dog my
Head big like cane corso
I keep a strap
Like some high top air forces
Be cool my niggas killers they use excessive forces force
My starting 5 is OG like air Jordan's
I'm a God nobody can stand over me
Highly favored but I keep the heat close to
They upset that's the shit supposed to be
And going out like marry and Joseph sneak
I'll put money on ya head that's abortion
Oh u got them bricks
Ya Kids napped that's extortion
Feens they say it's wack to get a extra portion
Watch how the body starts to bend like a contortionist
Body's get flipped and ripped
No switch blades seen my first tommy in person in six grade
Get rich or die Decision has been made
Get hoes I lie until I get laid
On the corner wit them packs like a tourist
Ten dolla grams blowing good greens
Mac hang from my neck by a shoe string
Return of the Mac we serve dope feens
Trap slap lunch time Mickey Ds
How far could u go with thangs in a yugo
Chains and a hublot
Vain Boris kujo
Need money mucho
That state is two fold
Damn I need two mo sleeping with two hoes
I'm on a power trip
Bricks stacked hieroglyphs
Blow rap Hershey kiss
Blow rap george jung
Blow off rap just fa fun
New hoes I had a run
Add Os to my bank roll Ben Franklin
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Bitch I'm a dog my
Head big like cane corso
I keep a strap
Like some high top air forces
Be cool my niggas killers they use excessive forces force
My starting 5 is OG like air Jordan's
I'm a God nobody can stand over me
Highly favored but I keep the heat close to
They upset that's the shit supposed to be
And going out like marry and Joseph sneak
I'll put money on ya head that's abortion
Oh u got them bricks
Ya Kids napped that's extortion
Feens they say it's wack to get a extra portion
Watch how the body starts to bend like a contortionist
Body's get flipped and ripped
No switch blades seen my first tommy in person in six grade
Get rich or die Decision has been made
Get hoes I lie until I get laid
On the corner wit them packs like a tourist
Ten dolla grams blowing good greens
Mac hang from my neck by a shoe string
Return of the Mac we serve dope feens
Trap slap lunch time Mickey Ds
How far could u go with thangs in a yugo
Chains and a hublot
Vain Boris kujo
Need money mucho
That state is two fold
Damn I need two mo sleeping with two hoes
I'm on a power trip
Bricks stacked hieroglyphs
Blow rap Hershey kiss
Blow rap george jung
Blow off rap just fa fun
New hoes I had a run
Add Os to my bank roll Ben Franklin
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Writer: Curtis cross, Mario Tatum
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