Bryson Tiller

Bryson Tiller - Blowing Smoke lyrics

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Ayy

It's 7AM in the morning, I been out since 3

f**k it, I'ma keep going



Yeah



Young Pen Griffy

I go to, I got to back for my niggas

The pun was intended, nigga

Wow, look how I'm livin', nigga

Angels say watch how you spendin', nigga

Devil say cop a new Bentley, nigga

Might as well, quick as you get it, nigga

Made a prediction, nigga

Fortune teller, nigga

Ayy, I got it, yeah, I get it, nigga

You a rappin' contradiction, nigga

Hunnid racks on a sticker

New whip and I'm in it with her

Set it off, this a stick up

'Til they came and shut shit up

Shakin' that shit up

Then I go put a check in the bank, nigga

Got a lot up on my plate, nigga

Grandma need a new estate, nigga

You a fraud, you a fake, nigga

Can't keep up with the pace, nigga

Keep the f**k up out the race, nigga



Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow

Pump your brakes, go slow

Just like my shawty, she like it slow

Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before

Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing smoke

Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah

Yeah, I heard it all before

Don't let 'em lie to you anymore

Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore



Ayy, don't let 'em fool you, baby

Gene Snyder, get shifty, nigga

Need a lighter for the spliff, nigga

I pull up in a street fighter chain, hit a nigga



Now that I got your attention, nigga

Keep my name off your lips, nigga

Hey, just like her, I don't take you serious, nigga



No you can't be serious, nigga

You can't be serious, nigga

I can't even hear it, nigga

Gotta be up on my tire, nigga

You ain't nowhere near, nigga

Young Tiller don't fear a nigga

Ayy, this no joke, no smoke, no mirrors, nigga



Know you seen me last year, nigga

All at Cleveland Cavaliers, nigga

Thoroughbred, I'm a winner

D'USSE in my cup, I feel like Jigga

Wins got me hittin' liquor (faded)

And I got you niggas feelin' bitter (you mad)



Bitch, I been a heavy hitter

But you barely makin' plays, nigga

f**k it, let me demonstrate, nigga

Home runnin', not safe, nigga

Guess I got what it takes, nigga

Can't keep up with the pace, nigga

Get the f**k up out the race, nigga



Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow

Pump your brakes, go slow

Just like my shawty, she like it slow

Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before

Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing smoke

Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah

Yeah, I heard it all before

Don't let 'em lie to you anymore

Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore
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