Blog That lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Hook]
Just put a picture up on Instagram
Now I'm in the kitchen whipping Insta-grams
I'm getting money n*gga, blog that
Your girl wanna f*ck me n*gga, blog that
You a hater, eat a di*k n*gga, blog that
I just bought another whip n*gga, blog that
I'm back, tell the motherf*cking blogs that
And I'm bout to pop it off, bra strap

[Verse 1]
Fresh off my hiatus, fresh off my hiatus
Santana back in business, now let's get reacquainted
I'm that n*gga, A.K.A. not the one to play with
I'm all these b*tches favorite
I'm flyer than your planets
Big gun where my waist is
Screaming out hi haters
All you n*ggas targets, I'm just shooting, I'm not aiming
Still whipping that Katy, still whipping that Katy
Perry till she ready, then I pass it, Tom Brady
Twenty bands in the rubber band
On my neck about one hundred grand
Blood diamonds like I just came from the motherland
Told you n*ggas I'd be up again
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Fly up, or get flown over
Swag up, or get swagged on
Boss up or get bossed around
We don't cuff hoes, they get passed on
Bad b*tches, I got that
Big money, I got that
Four doors, coupes with the top back, I got that
Still keep that big thing and that thing'll blow your top back
Who said they gon' take something? We right here, they ain't take nothing
Fall back or get flat lined
Red beam on that black nine
Cold steel with these hot shells, you talk sh*t and I back mine
I ball even when it's halftime
Your b*tch call, it's that time
I'm lit like a candle, she tryna' get her wax on
If it ain't the 'Rari, it's the Bentley Mussolini
Or the Phantom or the Ghost, wondering if they can see me
Hash tag, my b*tch bad
Hash tag, my jewels real
Hash tag, my pockets fat
And that's cause I just made a sale
Hash tag my clique kill
Your b*tch think I'm a big deal
f*cked up with my J's on, hit her with that windmill
[Hook]
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