So When I... ('63 Nova) [Blow Up] Lyrics

The bitches kinda hate me

HA! Kind of

Okay more than Chris Brown after the shit went down

It makes sense. I'm kind of a piece of shit

And every girl I trick to kiss my lips still regrets it

What can I say I'm not Matthew McConaughey

Grew up on that Snoop, I don't love them hoes anyway

Same shit different day, no one really gives a fuck

Same bitch different name. Silly slut

So shut the fuck up bitch and turn the speakers up

And make it thump until the dash board seater busts

And when my Tommy Gun tongue starts buckin' off shots The Source will give me 5 mics

So when I... blow up

Catch me in that '63 Nova

Scraping through the city streets shoulders

Lower. Tore up

Motor got fangs like a Cobra

So what

I'ma ride slower

So when I... blow up

Catch me in that '63 Nova

Scraping through the city streets shoulders

Lower. Tore up

Motor got fangs like a Cobra

So what

I'ma ride slower

I said... the girl's hair's long she think she bad

She got that ass from her Mom. God damn

I seen it with nothin' on but a spray tan

She thinks she's a model broad, nah man

I told her that she's a ten last night

She's about a four or five, I lied

Mami broke just like a little girl

Bobby's right, she thinks that one day she'll see the world

Yeah right. No way

I said Mami's on cocaine

I told her I was in the movie Soul Plane

I promised that bitch the world and then I said the same shit to her home girl

So when I... blow up

Catch me in that '63 Nova

Scraping through the city streets shoulders

Lower. Tore up

Motor got fangs like a Cobra

So what

I'ma ride slower

So when I... blow up

Catch me in that '63 Nova

Scraping through the city streets shoulders

Lower. Tore up

Motor got fangs like a Cobra

So what

I'ma ride slower

Ay

I told her that I'm a rockstar

Where's your guitar

I left it in a friend's car

Ha, That's real bizarre

What's bizarre is seeing you in this bar and needing to know who you are

I wanna put you in my memoires

Ever ride on big tires, through the gates of your own little empire

Sit shotty with the God in the Maserati

Ain't that what the ballers always say? Well anyway I could be ballin' anyday

I'll leave you drive when you're a big girl

I'll leave you drive when you're a big girl

I'll leave you drive when you're a big girl, big girl