blow up

Lyrics

laaa la la laaaa, la la laaaa, hey, this is a song for my haters, yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah, hey, this is a song for my haters, hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah, haa, bitch i'm about to blow up, uh huh, say what, bitch i'm about to blow up, hey i came up, i warmed up the next up, bitch i'm about to blow up, now don't it sound legendary, live enough to resurrect the dead and buried, this for niggas who ain't satisfied with secondary, this for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary, uh, i'm blowing up and bitch i'm still me, but what's the cost to live your dreams, do you feel me?, everything glittering ain't what you think it will be, funny how money chains and whips make me feel free, i'm starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show, fuck the haters i'm headed to that place you like to go, they say, "what you fighting for, the game is on life support", and gary coleman just passed, life is short, bitch i'm about to blow up, look i'm about to blow up, yeah got to the club early just to get in free and wait for hoes to show up, man, but now it's bottles at them tables, bring the models boy i'm about to po' up, uh huh, you know what, bitch i'm about to blow up, laaa la la laaaa, la la laaaa, laaa la la laaaa, la la laaaa, hey, this is a song for my haters, yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah, hey, this is a song for my haters, hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah, yeah, bitch i'm about to blow up, momma said i should reconsider law school, that means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful, hell naw, got a degree but what that cost you, you make a good salary just to pay sally may, that's real as ever, ducking bill collectors like jehova's witness, when they showed up at your door at christmas, was broke as dishes tryna let it go, hit the club she drop it low, lower than my credit score, account overdraft what i got this debit for, summers dead it got me drinking thinking bitch i better blow, i better blow, these hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle, you border like mexico, hey baby girl what it look like, and where ya head at, and what ya cook like, she said where ya bread at, and what your whip like, you ain't got one or the other than brother good night, bitch i'm about to blow up, look i'm about to blow up, yeah got to the club early just to get a friend, wait for hoes to show up, but now it's bottles at the tables bring the models, boy i'm about to po' up, uh ha, you know what, bitch i'm about to blow up, laaa la la laaaa, la la laaaa, laaa la la laaaa, la la laaaa, hey, this is a song for my haters, yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah, hey, this is a song for my haters, hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah, bitch i'm about to blow up!, praise god it's hard to stay spiritual, how they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles, you mean to tell me everything gon be fine, if i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit, well damn, why ain't you say so, take this check and ask god to multiply all my pesos, and erase my number out the phone of these fake hoes, i saved her number just in case but now it's case closed, to you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter, you'll never be me partner so it don't fucking matter, you try to be and your career will see funerals, and be you that's why it sounds, beautiful, then maybe you could blow up, and maybe you could blow up, shit but you know what, for now bitch i'm about to blow up