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Lola Monroe - Blow My High Lyrics

Lola Monroe – Blow My High Lyrics

Why ya’ll trippin’, I’m just fine.
Wont ya’ll clowns waste my time.
I ain’t slept in a weeek, boss bitch grind.
Grown ass bald niggas blow my high.
Blow my high, blow my high.
Blow my high, blow my high.
I ain’t slept in a week boss bitch grind.
Wont let ya’ll clowns waste my time.

Squares everywhere, so my circle small.
What ya’ll stand for remind me of a of Urkel fall.
Ya geek out swag screen, I’mma urk you out, clowned out, fake G’s, Mark who, dog?
I’m so tired of ya’ll popping big shit.
Real G’s don’t talk, that bitch shit.
Them pussy’s let them lips lose for a quick lick, treat them like a prostitute, slick Rick.
Daum, caught this one clown with his man shit on.
But he steady, pump fakin’, we advance, get guns.
That shit just blew my high.
I sweat this nigga’s trippin’ off that ooh lala.

Why ya’ll trippin’, I’m just fine.
Wont ya’ll clowns waste my time.
I ain’t slept in a weeek, boss bitch grind.
Grown ass bald niggas blow my high.
Blow my high, blow my high.
Blow my high, blow my high.
I ain’t slept in a week boss bitch grind.
Wont let ya’ll clowns waste my time.

[Lola Monroe – Blow My High Lyrics]


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