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letra de blow - fuego bentley

[intro: fuego bentley]

yeah

i feel like johnny depp
i feel like johnny depp
i feel like johnny depp
i think i’m bout to blow
i think i’m bout to blow
i feel like johnny depp
i think i’m bout to blow

yeah

[verse: fuego bentley]
drop the foreign with a foreign shorty look like eva longoria
(eva longoria)
my life a euphoria (hold up)
this sh-t a tutorial
marty mcfly, pull out the lot
open the door like a delorean
k!llin’ these n-gg-s for so long
ahhh d-mn i think i need a memorial (hold up)
i feel like johnny depp (wait)
i think i’m bout to blow (d-mn)
i am my own boss (yeah)
f-ck is you n-gg-s on? (ahhh)
we do not vibrate (no)
so please do not call my phone (yeah)
my hustle on automatic (sh-t)
i blow like a trombone
i’m on a mission boy i gotta get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
ruben studdard, watch them commas’ stutter
boy im talkin’ digit after (breathes) digit
politicin’ with a couple n-gg-s that could light yo city up
like merry christmas
workin on my fitness, boy i’m superst-tious
if she blow kisses, imma have to hit it
hot like a pocket, she pop lock and drop it
i drip like a droplet, man no one can top it
i blow like a rocket, they wish the could stop it
i am the topic, she tan like the tropics
she not my daughter but she call me papi
these rappers are sloppy, f-ck what you know
independent like a single mother
mother f-cker imma bout to blow
(blow, blow, blow, blow)

[chorus: fuego bentley]
i think i’m bout to blow
i think i’m bout to blow
i think i’m bout to blow
i think i’m bout to blow
i think i’m bout to blow
i think i’m bout to blow
i think i’m bout to blow, blow, blow, blow, blow

[verse: fuego bentley]
had to boss up for a check (yeah)
n-gg-s talkin’ out they neck (d-mn)
people asking what’s next (yeah)
chasing green like the jets (wait)
home-run like the mets (ohh)
vegas night place ya bets (sh-t)
i been talkin’ with success (get it)
she tell me keep bussin’ heads (d-mn)
usane bolt the feds (wait)
i can’t talk with the jakes (hold up)
most these rappers really fake (yeah)
n-gg-s tryna ride my wave (uhh)
i been workin’ like a slave (yeah)
couple models on save (yeah)
double click till they understand that this good d-ck like good soufflé
baby please wipe ya face
i got dope in the safe
every line that i write touchdown call me john elway
i been feeling like marino
dinero poppin’ like casino
cup brown like nino
got her wet like nemo
police flashing with the lights
feeling like miami vice
i tell her baby this the life
she singing like she kelly price
n-gg- say he want the feature
but he ain’t asking what’s the price
i put my soul in the music
so what’s the price for your life

[outro: fuego bentley]
i think i’m bout to blow
i think i’m bout to blow
i think i’m bout to blow
i think i’m bout to blow

- fuego bentley

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