Blowing Emotions versuri

Versuri Nine Vicious – Blowing Emotions lyrics

[Part I: Blunt]

[Intro]
(Uh-hm)
EMOTIONS (EMOTIONS, ah, ah)
EMOTIONS (Uh-hm, ah, EMOTIONS)
EMOTIONS (Woah, ha)
EMOTIONS

[Chorus]
I just light the blunt up and forget about you (Yeah)
I just light the blunt up and forget about you, yeah
I just light the blunt up and forget about you (Ah)
I just light the blunt up and forget about you, yeah (Yeah)
Forget about you, yeah (Forget about you)
Forget about you, yeah (Forget about you)
Forget about you, yeah (Forget about you)
Forget about you, yeah (Forget about you, yeah)
(EMOTIONS)

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I wear a heart on my sleeve, I told you that
Bitch, I love you, but I don’t love you more than racks, yeah (On God)
I love this money more than I love myself, baby (Ah)
I love these drugs more than I love myself, baby (Ah)
I love your love, bae, you know you drive me crazy, yeah (Yeah)

[Interlude]
(Ah)
Ah, ah, ah (Ah)
Ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
I just light the blunt up and forget about you (Forget about you)
I just light the blunt up and forget about you, yeah
I just light the blunt up and forget about you (Forget about you)
I just light the blunt up and forget about you, yeah
Forget about you, yeah (Ah)
Forget about you, yeah (Yeah)
Forget about you, yeah (Ah)
Forget about you, yeah (Ah)

[Verse 2]
Like a flame thrower, bitch, I spit heat (Ah)
I won’t bow down to no nigga, suck my dick (Ah)
I won’t bow down to no nigga, suck my meat, bitch (Ah)
I got on and then I caught me a freak bitch (Ah)
I don’t press on these GOATs, don’t even mean shit (Ah)
All that money, all that cap, don’t even mean shit (Ah)
‘Cause deep down, I already know that you a fuckin’ bitch (Ah)
Bro, you a fuckin’ pussy (Ah), and you know that in your heart (Ah)
You a fuckin’ pussy (Ah)
I’m talkin’ to your soul ‘cause you know you’re pussy (Ah)
I’m talkin’ to your soul ‘cause you know you’re pussy (Ah)

[Outro]
(Uh-hm)
EMOTIONS

[Part II: Feelings]

[Intro]
(We in this, ro-ro—) Say what? What? What?
(Rockin’ with, rockin’ with Patrick) What?
What? What? What? What?
What?
What? What? What? What?
Ayy, I’m shootin’ his head, huh
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS

[Chorus]
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Say what? What?), EMOTIONS (So many emotions)
EMOTIONS (Say I got—), EMOTIONS (Say I got—), EMOTIONS (I got so many emotions)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Yee), EMOTIONS (I got so many emotions)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Say I got so many emotions, say what? Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)

[Verse 1]
I need to go call my vibe, I’m fuckin’ this ho (Woah)
She bad, I’m on her body, yeah, just like soap (Body, body)
I’m in the studio with your ho, this bitch doin’ some blow (What? What? Bitch)
Yeah, I tell my lil’ shooter, he go, yeah, he go (Woo-hoo)
Go, go get that opp (Woo-hoo), go, go, go get that opp (Woo-hoo)
Go, go get that opp (Say what?), go, go, put it in a lil’ bitch throat (Blitt)
Tryna do a song with Nine? No, he tryna stay afloat (And what?)
I got the Hellstar (And what?), bought me a brand-new coat (And what? On God)
I got the Hellstar (And what?), all of this Hellstar (And what?)
I pop it like Pop-Tart, havin’ money, got two cars (And what?)
I knew he was a rat (What?), he’s touchin’ my radar (Say what? He’s a rat)
I slimed my motherfuckin’ label, I broke they heart (Slatt, slatt)
I had to Charlie Kirk that nigga, I shot that narc’ (Woo-woo)
I need a good new Tesla Series, I had to push that start (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)

[Chorus]
EMOTIONS (Boop), EMOTIONS (Say what? What?), EMOTIONS (So many emotions)
EMOTIONS (Say I got—), EMOTIONS (Say I got—), EMOTIONS (I got so many emotions)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Yee), EMOTIONS (I got so many emotions)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Say I got so many emotions, say what?)

[Verse 2]
I’m flexin’ my wrist like—, huh (Ayy, ayy)
I’m flexin’ my wrist like this (What?)
She pull up, she take a seat (Woo-hoo, ayy)
I do all these drugs like Peep, hey (What? Yee)
I do all these drugs like Peep, yeah (Woo-woo)
I’m screamin’, „R.I.P. Peep”
Big boot, Doc Marten on my feet
Big boots, Doc Marten on my feet (Say what?)
I make hits like Fleetwood Mac (What? What? What? What?)
Talk down on the gang, turn you to a pack
This gang ain’t bein’ faithful to rats (Say what?)
This gang ain’t bein’ faithful to rats (Woo-hoo)
I need money, I need them racks
I need money, I need them racks
I need money, I need them racks (Ra-ra-racks)
I told Nextel, „I need racks” (Ra-ra-racks)

[Outro]
(We in this, ro-ro—)
(Rockin’ with, rockin’ with Patrick)
Racks, racks, racks, ra-ra-racks, ra-ra-racks
Racks, racks, ra-ra-racks, ra-ra-racks
Ra-ra-racks, ra-ra-racks