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Blow It Out (Remix) (Feat. 50 Cent)

I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started

Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted

Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it

And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!

In one year I got rich, now life's moving so fast

But being broke with no food is just a thing of the past

Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass

And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!

In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green

In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean

All these rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens

Try 80, want a discount? Blow it out ya ass!

See in just six months I infiltrated the system

If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed 'em

Niggas hate giving me props cause I might use it against them

C'mon, get Ludacris out! Blow it out ya ass!If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong

But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong

But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!It's time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger

I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers

I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer

If you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!

I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law

Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall

Next year I'm looking into buying Greenbriar Mall

You probably own a lot of property! Blow it out ya ass!

C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls

Plus his money keeps flowing like Niagara Falls

We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws

I'm 'bout to go on vacation, blow it out ya ass!

Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve

You mad cause I'm a thief and got a way with words

I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves

Pepsi's the New Generation, blow it out ya ass!If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong

But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong

But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!My black people show me love when I'm up on the block

And Latinos always waiting for my CD's to drop

White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fucking rock!"

Yo' fans are my fans, right? Blow it out ya ass!

So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam

Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream

It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream

Yo' scans are my scans, right? Blow it out ya ass!

Now Luda's throwing up A's, and I'm lighting up L's

Around the globe getting paid, you home biting yo' nails

DTP, the only label that practice fighting ourselves

We probably getting on your nerves, huh? Blow it out ya ass!

I been eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger

I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer

Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers

You over 6 million served, huh? Blow it out ya ass!If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong

But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong

But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

Songwriters

CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN BRIDGES, RON BROWZPublished by

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