Mr. Blew

Lyrics

Verse 1: Let me introduce what I produce, not a fruit But I take 'em through a loop, I got ties with some suits The homies call me Sky, and the ladies you can too Or if you're nasty… (Mr. Blew) Ha, I made a funny, I'm just playin', what a script They hand shaking like the Parkinson's, never made a grip, I'm a trip Where's my luggage, still waiting on the fall In the spring, I'ma jump, royal flush in your stall Always the smallest and the youngest out the bunch But got the most numbers at lunch because I packed a punch Like Hawaiian without really tryin' 'cause Blew always win in the end like a Mayan I don't think they got it, message them a draft Cool breeze make 'em shut yo mouth, I'm like Shaft Now they lookin' p'ed off, I'm golfing while they teed off Sonning you flower rappers while spitting the seeds out Hook: S-k-y-B-l-e-w, spell it right, write it right Left 'em with a appetite Got a lot of names, they don't know which one to choose So, for now, you can call me (Mr. Blew) S-k-y-B-l-e-w, spell it right, write it right Left 'em with a appetite Got a lot of names, they don't know which one to choose So, for now, you can call me Mr. Blew Verse 2: Spell it right like Akeelah or onomatopoeia Why these men acting like women? they all Madea Leader of the dreamers, representin' for the cool So show respect when you speaking to (Mr. Blew) Sneaking chicks in the house hoping you don't hear it, mom With their hands in the air 'bout to make a spirit bomb Ha, been through a lot but I'm strong in the heart Not afraid to fly 'cause the sky belong to the stars Middle finger up, though I never flip them birds But I do flip words in vain, get on they nerves Tossing k's out the pan, let me get mine served That's how I cook up these Master Ps, givin' y'all the hookup Uh, no limit to these lines by me Gorgeous women by my side, that's fine by me And all these songs wrong, better copy off me How you got it on lock when your song's off key, huh? Hook: S-k-y-B-l-e-w, spell it right, write it right Left 'em with a appetite Got a lot of names, they don't know which one to choose So, for now, you can call me (Mr. Blew) S-k-y-B-l-e-w, spell it right, write it right Left 'em with a appetite Got a lot of names, they don't know which one to choose So, for now, you can call me Mr. Blew