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letra de blow my high - ysn flow

(zay, 98)

[pre chorus: rocco]
bae don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high)
just know we not on good terms, so why’d you hit my line ?
i’m balenciaga dripping i need racks inside
on full pockets my jeans (oh-woah)
light a blunt filled with my weed
i stand with steppas all in my team

[hook: ysn flow & rocco]
please don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high)
i do drugs that i need please don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high)
i been praying on my knees please don’t blow my high (blow my high)
i been feeling like a feen, i mix percocets with the lean (percocets with the lean)
i just ask that you please don’t blow my high

[verse: ysn flow]
backwood with three five (three five)
take one hit it make me feel alive
close my eyes i see demons in my mind
i want revenge i’m thinking homicides
all the times they fooled me with the lies
all the times i watched my momma cry (yeah-yeah)
all the times a n-gga coulda died
but these n-ggas never felt no hard times
am i doing right or wrong life complicated
i’m only giving my b-tch conversations (conversations)
relate to the pain that a young n-gga facing
i’m so sick of the losses but tryna stay patient (tryna stay patient)
talks with devonta he say i’m gon’ make it
i do this sh-t for my family not greatness (greatness)
used to lay down with no blanket
i still wake up and get faded, yeah
[pre chorus: rocco]
bae don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high)
just know we not on good terms, so why’d you hit my line ?
i’m balenciaga dripping i need racks inside (racks inside)
on full pockets my jeans (ooh-woah)
light a blunt filled with my weed
i stand with steppas all in my team

[verse: ysn flow]
medication i abuse yeah
backstabbers who i knew yeah
f-ck me over did me fool yeah
turned me up and made me rude yeah
alcohol inside the double cup
same emotions i don’t really give a f-ck
get a bag get it gon’ make it double up
she know i got my stick i won’t knuckle up
this for the gang of soldiers
they gon’ judge us but don’t know us, yeah, yeah
i put my pain on this toaster, heat this b-tch up if they close up, yeah, yeah
gon’ put my mum in that rover one day i already told her, yeah, yeah
have so much weight on my shoulders
lord i can’t wait ‘till it’s over, yeah, yeah
ain’t buying sh-t that they sell
i still get packs through the mail
bro i don’t bail
everyday fighting for freedom i pray he don’t go see a cell
he wake up pop a perky that’s a thirty
i reslly don’t know how my big brother fell
but i just pray that he heal from all of the sh-t
that he go through that he never tell
[outro: rocco]
bae don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high)
just know we not on good terms, so why’d you hit my line ?
i’m balenciaga dripping i need racks inside (racks inside)
on full pockets my jeans (ooh-woah)
light a blunt filled with my weed
i stand with steppas all in my team

- ysn flow

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