Blow Thru Da Roof Lyrics

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Blow through the roof

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Blow through the roof

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Yeah

Blow through the roof

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Blow through the roof

These chains is broken loose

I'm not calling no truce

I'd rather leave em spooked

And many gave me hate

I'd rather give them nukes

Make fun on my slim pockets

They turn into Bruce Bruce

These rappers is just spoofs

Can't take them seriously

They never see me weak

Can't put no fear in me

I give em R.I.P

Just kill em spiritually

Then I roll up my tree

And gas up before I leave

My rocket up to speed

Vroom taking all off

Engine go to work, never call off

I got a flow that'll knock ya skull off

It's a sawed-off, knock you all off

Put it on board, never saw chalk

You ain't outside, never saw mulch

Putting it back, need a haul vault

Little ass ants thinking y'all hulk

Huh, simmer down

Wanna act bushy, we trim em down

We just got get money be in and out

Yeah, Ching, Ching, Ching ah plenty sounds

Tupac on yo girl, I just get around

Do the Humpty dance, Digital Underground

Wanna act like a dog, we gone sit em down

Wanna play wit my dogs, they sick em now

Fifty Thou, you wanting yo legs back

You be hurting my feelings don't say that

Next Friday, you better have my money or I'm turning you to roach and you better know where Craig at

I need me a Rihanna, Asap

2 billi bro I need to make that

Life was seizing up, I had to shake back

I'm like Diddy wit money, I take that

I don't like being broke, I be throwing up

Come to putting in work, I be showing up

Been paid my dues, I don't owe nothing

Wanna play like Osama, then blow em up

Im a genius to what you don't know enough

Tell em quit all that capping, I know he bluff

They on snail time, how they gone slow us up

In the middle of Nasa, going up

Rockets

Yeah

Yeah

Blow through the roof

Yeah

Yeah

Blow through the roof

Yeah

Yeah

Blow through the roof

Yeah

Yeah

Aye

Blow through the roof

These chains is broken loose

I'm not calling no truce

I'd rather leave em spooked

And many gave me hate

I'd rather give them nukes

Make fun on my slim pockets

They turn into Bruce Bruce

These rappers is just spoofs

Can't take them seriously

They never see me weak

Can't put no fear in me

I give em R.I.P

Just kill em spiritually

Then I roll up my tree

And gas up before I leave

My rocket up to speed

Rockets

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