Blow My High (Members Only)

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass hoe niggas) I can't fuck with y'all (Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all (Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all Taking off when you landing Bitch niggas gonna throw tantrums And I'm dancing on them stars The galaxy ain't got room for y'all Ain't nothing gonna happen soon for y'all While I'm here, and every day I hear Your bullshit, self-pity Reason why you never dealt with me Reason why your girl dealt with me Hands up in the building, we get busy, and say R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep That's exactly what this sound like A to the A to the L-I-Y A-H, give it up two times Then give it right back, don't blow my high Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass hoe niggas) I can't fuck with y'all (Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all (Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all Look at my life, then look at yours Get some ambition, why you bored? Time will never wait on no man Society will never hold your hand Niggas like to gossip like bitches Got me thinking you don't like bitches Wonder what's behind them Ray Bans Eyes of a coward, I understand Niggas like to gossip like bitches Sip Dom Pérignon, when we finish, we say R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep That's exactly what this sound like But never will I ever forget Left Eye Roll up, put a ribbon in the sky And a button on your lips, don't blow my high Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass hoe niggas) I can't fuck with y'all (Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all (Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all Now everybody sing this shit I'm sending him a four-page letter And I enclose it with a kiss (a kiss) And when I write him, he better Get it on time Look at my life and look at yours Get some ambition, why you bored? R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P. R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P. R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P. R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P.