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Blow (Live) lyrics by Tyler, The Creator

Intro
I’m switching songs now
Uh, drop it DJ

Verse
If this was a game
I already know that I would come out winner
And I′m not braggin’, I′mma be in her
But this bitch really think that I’m ‘bout to buy her dinner
But my steak good, I got a good cut like splinter
It’s juicy and hot such a black bitch temper
Now she wanna go and talk and chop it up like a blender
But I don′t give a fuck and keep her list′in like Schindler
She’s cute but her forehead′s big
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
Her legs can’t close like the four door hinge Bronco
That O.J. killed the white hoes with
A wealthy white girl without the facelift
Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet
I leave the bitch breathless, what the bitch don′t know is that
I’m a muthafuckin′ sellout and a rapist

Chorus
Baby, you’re an angel
How ‘bout we turn this into a fable of some sort?
You already know that you′re dead
Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Outro
Blow
Alright, that was cool, that was cool, that was cool