DJ Scream Ft. Future, Ludacris & Juicy J – Blow 2.0

Letra de Blow 2.0 de DJ Scream Ft. Future, Ludacris & Juicy J
Blow that Kush like a counter block
Blow that money like a counter block
Blow that Kush like a counter block
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I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of Kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Put the vergo 4, I got that in my coat
Say 35 rack, you 35 rack?
I can buy a kilo
Put the Gucci scollie on
Let me take a little better
Stuff the cash in my denim
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Blowing racks on belt, blowing racks on ay
All the jewels I make, I need to go mill
I’m first place
All the song I play, go to mill a better
I’m bout the strongest though, I drink the strongest lean
When I hit the scene, you see the racks and jeans
Think I printed it up like a copy machine
Y’all nig*as for gave it, tryina copy my team
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I blow them bands, like cellophane
Stay chasing paper, like a Taliban
I’m free band, la familia, my family
I got Benjamin’s, talking to…them
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of Kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Just bought a 4 58, cost 300 hunned racks
Ludacris I’m a legend, so I still drive in my act
Till 2 years off, just to raise my cup
We’re behind a fu*king mill, nig*as can’t keep up
What you making in a year, I blow it in a week
Just built a guest house, 3000 square feet
Everythang go to waist, too much money in the way
Got a bball court, nig*a don’t even play
What the fuck I got enough, we the fill 100 000 blunts
While the playground at the crib, my daughter played on that shit once
Got a safe filled up with dirty money like Helena
Got a tennis court rotten cause it’s waiting for Selena
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of Kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Bank account filled, bank rolls peeled
Flexing on camo baby this shit real
I’m in the hills and I’m popping these seals
I got white hoes just like seal
Life’s so real, place bets by the mills
I’m stunting these chicks wipe my ass with the deals
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Walk up in the club with a chick like Ellie
I’m posted at the bar, can I get a refill?
10 bottles of Jim, what you gonn freeze
Big booty bitches shake they ass for the rent
Black bent, black tent, Kush so loud you can smell the scent
All this cash all real and shit, feds ain’t got no evidence
Zans of money my medicine, 20 years balling that’s veteran
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Gotta get your bands up
Juicy get the sack like Santa
In a white range rove with the cannons
Living like tony Montana
Balling like an athlete, and I ain’t play one game
Let me set the scene, 30 racks on one chain
I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of Kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it.
From Letra-Lyrics.com
DJ Scream Ft. Future, Ludacris & Juicy J – Blow 2.0 (Traducida)

Letra en español de Blow 2.0 de DJ Scream Ft. Future, Ludacris & Juicy J
Original
Blow that Kush like a counter block
Blow that money like a counter block
Blow that Kush like a counter block
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of Kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Put the vergo 4, I got that in my coat
Say 35 rack, you 35 rack?
I can buy a kilo
Put the Gucci scollie on
Let me take a little better
Stuff the cash in my denim
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Blowing racks on belt, blowing racks on ay
All the jewels I make, I need to go mill
I’m first place
All the song I play, go to mill a better
I’m bout the strongest though, I drink the strongest lean
When I hit the scene, you see the racks and jeans
Think I printed it up like a copy machine
Y’all nig*as for gave it, tryina copy my team
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I blow them bands, like cellophane
Stay chasing paper, like a Taliban
I’m free band, la familia, my family
I got Benjamin’s, talking to…them
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of Kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Just bought a 4 58, cost 300 hunned racks
Ludacris I’m a legend, so I still drive in my act
Till 2 years off, just to raise my cup
We’re behind a fu*king mill, nig*as can’t keep up
What you making in a year, I blow it in a week
Just built a guest house, 3000 square feet
Everythang go to waist, too much money in the way
Got a bball court, nig*a don’t even play
What the fuck I got enough, we the fill 100 000 blunts
While the playground at the crib, my daughter played on that shit once
Got a safe filled up with dirty money like Helena
Got a tennis court rotten cause it’s waiting for Selena
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of Kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Bank account filled, bank rolls peeled
Flexing on camo baby this shit real
I’m in the hills and I’m popping these seals
I got white hoes just like seal
Life’s so real, place bets by the mills
I’m stunting these chicks wipe my ass with the deals
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Walk up in the club with a chick like Ellie
I’m posted at the bar, can I get a refill?
10 bottles of Jim, what you gonn freeze
Big booty bitches shake they ass for the rent
Black bent, black tent, Kush so loud you can smell the scent
All this cash all real and shit, feds ain’t got no evidence
Zans of money my medicine, 20 years balling that’s veteran
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Gotta get your bands up
Juicy get the sack like Santa
In a white range rove with the cannons
Living like tony Montana
Balling like an athlete, and I ain’t play one game
Let me set the scene, 30 racks on one chain
I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of Kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that Kush like I count it.
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Traducción
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DJ Scream Ft. 2 Chainz, Future, Waka Flocka, Yo Gotti & Gucci Mane – Hood Rich Anthem (Traducida)

Original
All I rock is polo, dollar sign my logo
Then I drop the top, on my car call it porno
Yeah I’m the realest, you can ask your bm
Shawty I’m the sh*t, aka the pimp
Warup dj scream, cory what’s happenin’
Spins on the beat, tity boi rappin’
From Letra-Lyrics.com
It’s time to turn up, told em let’s do it
And I’m from the a, can I hit up with that unit
I’m an astronaut, I’m a nasa, I’m a rock star, I’m a shotta
With a bomber clock, who wanna test me
Yeah girl she wanna sex me
Carrese me, for me she turn to lesbi
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’m tuned into the radio, I count up all these fetti
Ay dj spinz freebandz, cory b freebandz, dj scream freebandz, talk to me freebandz
Ay dj spinz freebandz, cory b freebandz, dj scream freebandz, talk to me freebandz
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’m so fu*king turnt up with this hood bit*h
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood sh*t, I fu*k with the real nig*as
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealers
I’m so, I’m so turnt up, with this hood bit*h
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood sh*t, I fu*k with the real nig*as
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealer
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’m canned up, hood sh*t, real nig*a, hood rich
Bad bit*hes only, but she must be a hood bit*h
I’m riding round in your city, strapped up and I’m getting in
Lambo, nascar, loud pipes and I’m in it
Top down, my chain on, you a real nig*a that’s the same song
Block photo my aim on, little fu*k boy, you a lame hoe
I’m turned up, can’t turn me down
I’m sacked up and I’m head’ to town
Can’t burn me down, and you know the town
From Letra-Lyrics.com
This hood rich radio, you better not change the station
It’s Gucci mane la flare they say I changed the nation
I’m a trapper slash rappers yea that’s my occupation
And I don’t cary chump change all I do is carry faces
I’m monopoly, I ball, I think I’m Dominique
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Primetime like dion, I make them kiss my cleats
I brought you juice, I brought you flock, now whos the next blow?
I’m so boulder crest, so Texaco, so Chesham road
I’m so fu*king turnt up with this hood bit*h
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
From Letra-Lyrics.com
But on some hood sh*t, I fu*k with the real nig*as
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealers
I’m so, I’m so turnt up, with this hood bit*h
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood sh*t, I fu*k with the real nig*as
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealer
Long live the hustle coming soon.
From Letra-Lyrics.com

