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Correct Windblower Lyrics
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Illah Dayz
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Correct Windblower
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[Chorus: sample] Has flown away That old wind blows so much colder [Verse 1] Yo, it's the fly kicko, golden double eye nickle Sly snickle, little change, the dry pickle Pics blow, serious face like Don Rickles Prime ripples, I smoke bones big as hippo's Have a nip slow, what's up kid on ya cycle Paper sick doe, my psyche said I was sick though Tired of shit tough, the face look like John Lithgow The vado made the wrist glow, checking out his no I lift weights, its like ah rich blow, rain showers Watched pops play with 'caine for hours, wasn't no shit so When dimes gone the the nicks flow This ah blessing I'm sharing with y'all yo, yo, I took the risk though Son I never brag, take the good with the bad My moms taught peace, pops piece came from raw streets And if I gotta move off heat, you lost meat The weather blower I'm all water, no soda From the era where fiends'll coach ya And break down the cold toaster Boulders is on my cold shoulders [Chorus: sample] Has flown away That old wind blows so much colder [Verse 2] A-yo, straight up, John Blaze niggas what's up Act like you don't know, I know you heard that I got cuffed Hung around pops that puff, sipping scotch outta Styrofoam cups Scuffed by the cops before I got stuffed Lust attribute, matching from my hat to my boots Major cats relax like roofs, triple fat goose Handle pitch forks and ax too all in the yard Since ninety-four, only God knows my life has been hard Me, I keep charged Sermons take seconds, longer when I'm sexing Holding mad erection action after that dashing Yo I happen to be trapped in a cell daily rapping Shinning like ah light bulb, writing mainly macking Trips, a few sips make my heart beat skip Flipping out on all the brothers that the Hell Steet snip Some got peeled back, natural causes and car jacked Doped up, drunk to much, liver slipped, fucked up Mad diseases Mack, where lost women walk tracks Corner's flooded like roses budded, hug it You might can't get loose At night you hear the shots let loose Shots of G juice, hood nicks to Belle Isle wild, the streets see you [Chorus: sample] Has flown away That old wind blows so much colder
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