Gwen Stefani

Gwen Stefani - Let Me Blow Your Mind lyrics

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Uh, uh, uh, huh 

Yo, yo 

Drop your glasses, shake your asses 

Face screwed up like you having hot flashes 

Which one, pick one, this one, classic 

Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic 

Why this, why that, lips stop askin 

Listen to me baby, relax and start passin 

Expressway, head back, weavin' through the traffic 

This one strong should be labeled as a hazard 

Some of y'all niggas hot, sike I'm gassin' 

Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin' 

Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin' 

Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic 

Some of y'all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion 

None of you aint Gisell, cat walk and imagine 

Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it 

Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it 


[Gwen Stefani] 

And if I had to give you more, 

It's only been a year 

Now I got my foot through the door 

And I aint goin' nowhere 

It took a while to get me here 

And I'm gonna take my time 

Don't fight that good shit in your ear 

Now let me blow ya mind 


They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy 

Shank up, haters wanna come after me 

You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat 

Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me 

Now why you grittin your teeth? 

Frustration baby you gotta breathe 

Take a lot more that you to get rid of me 

You see I do what they can't do, I just do me 

Aint no stress when it comes to sayin' "Get what you see" 

Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe? 

Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines 

Love for my wordplay that's hard to find 

Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind 

All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine 

Eyes bloodshot, stressin', chills up your spine 

Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your rhymes 



Let your bones crack 

Your back pop, I can't stop 

Excitement, glock shots from your stash box 

Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route 

Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out 

Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E 

Back track, think back, E-V-E 

Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you 

Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too 

Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me 

Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief 

Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me 

Damn she much thinner know now I'm complete(Uh-huh) 

Still stallion, brick house, pile it on 

Ryde or Die bitch, double R, came strong 

Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on 

Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on 

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Language: English

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