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Mir Fontane – Blake Griffin lyrics
[Hook]
Uh, I’m Blake Griffin
Tryna throw it down I’m Blake Griffin
Don’t send no pics around I’m Blake Griffin
And it ain’t no backin’ down I’m Blake Griffin
Just tryna get you high like Blake Griffin
And you know my game fly like Blake Griffin
Just tryna put my key in yo’ garage I’m Blake Griffin
Yeah, so shawty throw me the oop, yeah
Throw me the oop, yeah, throw me the oooop
Throw me the oop, yeah
[Verse 1]
Uh, them niggas that you with be play pimpin’
Yo’ mama tried to tell you, you don’t listen
You in school ain’t got no job you still strippin’
I don’t judge it’s all love make yo’ chicken
Ain’t trippin’ I been sippin’ on that liquor
Donald Sterling L.A. Clippers no my team don’t fuck with niggas
Crossover turn you ‘round, put it all between yo’ legs, oh
Call me Blake Griffin, smack that pussy off yo’ headboard
[Hook]
Uh, I’m Blake Griffin
Tryna throw it down I’m Blake Griffin
Don’t send no pics around I’m Blake Griffin
And it ain’t no backin’ down I’m Blake Griffin
Just tryna get you high like Blake Griffin
And you know my game fly like Blake Griffin
Just tryna put my key in yo’ garage I’m Blake Griffin
Yeah, so shawty throw me the oop, yeah
Throw me the oop, yeah, throw me the oooop
Throw me the oop, yeah
[Verse 2]
Uh, you finna get what you came here for
My pockets look like a Trojan war
I’m finna tear ya box out I grab both wings
So as soon as I’m centered I power forward
Laugh all the way to the bank
Got a little bit of drugs yeah a little bit of dank
So, five gold rings, got a couple gold chains like Sha-Shabba Ranks, hoe
She don’t wanna run these streets, she ain’t tryna get turnt
She don’t wanna get geeked no mo’
She don’t wanna chill with them hoes
She don’t wanna work the pole, she don’t wanna be a freak no mo’
Jesus Christ has saved my life, baptize me in yo’ pulpit
I’m the M.J. of eating D Rose, ain’t got no time for that bullshit
[Hook]
Uh, I’m Blake Griffin
Tryna throw it down I’m Blake Griffin
Don’t send no pics around I’m Blake Griffin
And it ain’t no backin’ down I’m Blake Griffin
Just tryna get you high like Blake Griffin
And you know my game fly like Blake Griffin
Just tryna put my key in yo’ garage I’m Blake Griffin
Yeah, so shawty throw me the oop, yeah
Throw me the oop, yeah, throw me the oooop
Throw me the oop, yeah, uh
Uh, I’m Blake Griffin
Tryna throw it down I’m Blake Griffin
Don’t send no pics around I’m Blake Griffin
And it ain’t no backin’ down I’m Blake Griffin
Just tryna get you high like Blake Griffin
And you know my game fly like Blake Griffin
Just tryna put my key in yo’ garage I’m Blake Griffin
Yeah, so shawty throw me the oop, yeah
Throw me the oop, yeah, throw me the oooop
Throw me the oop, yeah
[Verse 1]
Uh, them niggas that you with be play pimpin’
Yo’ mama tried to tell you, you don’t listen
You in school ain’t got no job you still strippin’
I don’t judge it’s all love make yo’ chicken
Ain’t trippin’ I been sippin’ on that liquor
Donald Sterling L.A. Clippers no my team don’t fuck with niggas
Crossover turn you ‘round, put it all between yo’ legs, oh
Call me Blake Griffin, smack that pussy off yo’ headboard
[Hook]
Uh, I’m Blake Griffin
Tryna throw it down I’m Blake Griffin
Don’t send no pics around I’m Blake Griffin
And it ain’t no backin’ down I’m Blake Griffin
Just tryna get you high like Blake Griffin
And you know my game fly like Blake Griffin
Just tryna put my key in yo’ garage I’m Blake Griffin
Yeah, so shawty throw me the oop, yeah
Throw me the oop, yeah, throw me the oooop
Throw me the oop, yeah
[Verse 2]
Uh, you finna get what you came here for
My pockets look like a Trojan war
I’m finna tear ya box out I grab both wings
So as soon as I’m centered I power forward
Laugh all the way to the bank
Got a little bit of drugs yeah a little bit of dank
So, five gold rings, got a couple gold chains like Sha-Shabba Ranks, hoe
She don’t wanna run these streets, she ain’t tryna get turnt
She don’t wanna get geeked no mo’
She don’t wanna chill with them hoes
She don’t wanna work the pole, she don’t wanna be a freak no mo’
Jesus Christ has saved my life, baptize me in yo’ pulpit
I’m the M.J. of eating D Rose, ain’t got no time for that bullshit
[Hook]
Uh, I’m Blake Griffin
Tryna throw it down I’m Blake Griffin
Don’t send no pics around I’m Blake Griffin
And it ain’t no backin’ down I’m Blake Griffin
Just tryna get you high like Blake Griffin
And you know my game fly like Blake Griffin
Just tryna put my key in yo’ garage I’m Blake Griffin
Yeah, so shawty throw me the oop, yeah
Throw me the oop, yeah, throw me the oooop
Throw me the oop, yeah, uh
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