Naledge - Project Blowed Lyrics
Cheers, where everybody seem to know your nameAnd when you stick it into women always glad you cameIt’s reezy baby, open, open up the window painIt’s easy sipping reason with some women that ain’t in the fameBut I got it nonetheless,The devil’s wearing prada, so I got her in the fleshWe faded all the time, but this moment ain’t the restRest assure, if the jimmy’s women that he got the bestMatter fact, throw them on the raft, I don’t know her pastWhen we puff, puff, pass, and I throw away the glassRemi throw it back like vodka upon the reggieCruising Lincoln high but eating papis with the pepsiCd’s are the days of our lifeEven when we lay low, we seem to get high, yeahAnd I’m so fly, bird’s eye view, over shot skylineAnd I’m up, up, up, up away we go, away we go, goTo project blowed, oh, ohI said up, up, up, up away we go, away we go, goWelcome to project blowed, oh, oh, oh, ohYeah, yeah, away we goReporting live from the mother ship,Fresh off the town call get a gripCool point set the all time highThe picture of my license is the future of the shyScreaming black man rise, black man riseSomething I ain’t gotta try nigga, I just beStrip teasing in the lap a luxuryIn search of the American dream like DustyRose to my princess not a toll but a caterpillarJust tryina take plightPrice …can’t fly where I’m bout to goI’m married to the hustle, *****ing with the flowBirds like hoes go ahead , touch your hoesBinoculary pimp, cardie walking with a limpNo coojy, hoopy still sucking in the hooptyBut I got the bread and butter, put it over looslyAnd I’m up, up, up, up away we go, away we go, goTo project blowed, oh, ohI said up, up, up, up away we go, away we go, goWelcome to project blowed, oh, oh, oh, ohYeah, yeah, away we goCheers, I put the dick in your ear cause I’m like ***** what you hearThe years, well it’s 2012 I see you …Over there, to sellGirl, ain’t no way that you can tell meThat you not giving that cellie upOr really you gonn hear me yell***** that, cause I am the shit, cheers to meDie if you quick, my iron is 6, coughThis is a warning, next time find your way or get lostAnd more important, it’s the celebrationWho selling the bration, how much it cost, come onY’all know the boss waitingI ain’t got time for this, my seconds is moneyMy minutes is millions, so y’all paying the bill is funnyHoney, say it in soul, cause your lips is just madeFor my …to blow, ahSo blow oh, oh.
