Blowin’ on Courage

Lyrics

[Chorus] Smoking on a sack of the purple fruity Y'all niggas be fucking with the brown dooday Yo fitted, fucked up looking like Eustace We blowing on courage that reggie is useless [Verse 1] Just a black nigga from the cocaine city, don't talk to the bitch if the ho ain't pretty That nigga soft like a god damn titty, bitch want a real nigga quit playing get with me I'm a true blue tongue Kung Fu mac, tongue in the pussy naw I don't do that Line on the plate yeah just blew that, just do as I say never ever do that All the hoes on my thing gotta have a booty, big titties just like an iMax movie I don't close up when she get moody Bitch outta pocket found the whistle blew that Dread-head nigga with a strap on my lap, three ho's on the back of that donk all black Astro blasto the asshole ooh yea Shitting on a square, oh yeah I do that [Chorus] Smoking on a sack of the purple fruity Y'all niggas be fucking with the brown dooday Yo fitted, fucked up looking like Eustace We blowing on courage that reggie is useless Smoking on a sack of the purple fruity Y'all niggas be fucking with the brown dooday Yo fitted, fucked up looking like Eustace We blowing on courage that reggie is useless [Verse 2] The Pradas look aquatic, my ice is so hypnotic The double Gs and YSL my nigga yeah I got it Louis V shades on face, outstanding Import swag looking so outlandish Gator on my Gucci, double Gs all on my linen bitch I be on that purple swag, my kush it tastes like lemons bitch Pimpin' shit, what y'all niggas make believe I'm living in, ho's on my team and I'm not taking it they giving it Ho's overseas suck a dick long distance Mouth got clogged like the bong, ain't hittin' Astro the Magnificent you bitch that is the album, I don't really need ya bitch without her I got mountains And mountains of racks, bitches relax, tilt ya head back let you lick on my sack Like it's ice cream, but it's really nuts, and yeah you got a man but I don't really give a fuck [Pre Chorus] I gave the ho a taste of game a her nigga never touched it She left him worn out like a dirty pair of chucks Then a nigga got chose yeah all cheesed up Bitch on the back with her fucking knees up Get em piped out $150 for the stroke Got gangrene stacks so sick I'm finna croak(croak croak) Got gangrene stacks so sick I'm finna croak [Chorus] Smoking on a sack of the purple fruity Y'all niggas be fucking with the brown dooday Yo fitted, fucked up looking like Eustace We blowing on courage that reggie is useless Smoking on a sack of the purple fruity Y'all niggas be fucking with the brown dooday Yo fitted, fucked up looking like Eustace We blowing on courage that reggie is useless