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letra de lose your mind (blow my high) - travis porter

[hook]
if you chilling in the club when having a good time
a n-gga keep on talking to you, ’bout to blow your high
he’s tapping on your shoulder and you ’bout to turn around
strap that n-gga, punch that n-gga, turn right back around
lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind

please don’t blow my high, please don’t blow my high
please don’t blow my high, please don’t blow my high
please don’t blow my high, please don’t blow my high
please don’t blow my high, please don’t blow my high

[verse 1: quez]
punch that n-gga, slap that n-gga, poof, be gone
oh my god, guess what? my brain is gone
smoking, drinking in the v-i, trying to mind my b-i
these thirsty b-tches ’round me, you done f-cking [?]
’bout to lose my mind, go crazy, crazy, crazy
whole team turning up, screaming, “yay yay yay”
but please don’t blow my high, please don’t blow my high
he be talking to my back and i don’t even know this guy

[verse 2: strap]
tell me what, what you want? turn around, leave me ‘lone
and i’m trying to smoke my strong, but homes won’t leave me alone
so here’s what i’ma do, little strap da fool
i picked a bottle of this goose and bruh just messed [?]

[verse 3: ali]
who, who are you?
n-gga, i don’t even know you
you keep on talking to me like we just cool
keep on f-cking with me, ‘li gon’ act a fool
he must not know me, i got that tool on me
and f-ck fame, you n-gga, i’m gon’ get my goons, homie
man, something must be wrong with him
quit talking, ali gon’ sing the song to him
n-gga, i am crazy, dog
and i’ll swing on all of y’all
so it’s just best to quit trying me, dog
and get from ’round here, dog

[verse 4: quez]
man, i lost my mind, i don’t know where i left it
you talking sh-t to me? boy, you better have a weapon
mine is a smith & wesson, you better count your blessings
there ain’t no contesting if you n-ggas testing
so all that pushing, shoving, jumping all around
i’m a grown–ss, so little boy, just turn it down
yapping in my ear, so get with man, i turn around
then i left that red all on his face, just like a crayon

[outro]
please don’t blow my high, please don’t blow my high
please don’t blow my high, please don’t blow my high
please don’t blow my high, please don’t blow my high
please don’t blow my high, please don’t blow my high

- travis porter

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