Bout to Blow

Album: Empire: Original Soundtrack from Season 2 Volume 1 (2015)
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  • Blow, blow, blow, I'm bout to blow
    I'm bout to blow, I'm bout to blow, I'm bout to blow
    I'm bout to blow, I'm bout to blow, I'm bout to blow
    I'm bout to blow, I'm bout to blow, I'm bout to blow

    Had my eyes on the throne since I came to this Earth
    Greatness, I'm destined for more than the universe
    I'm a king, boss, rule everything I survey, know my word
    Put in work, work, work (20, 40, 60)
    I run the turf like a running back
    Hand me the ball and I ran it back
    Score every time like I'm intercept
    I run the team, call me quarterback
    I ain't come from the bottom but still had to grind for it
    Pop plotted on me but momma, she ride for me
    Tell 'em Tim

    We winning got money so long it a take
    A life time for us to try to spend it
    Grind like LeBron put up numbers
    We balling we the ones contending
    Pull up in foreigns it look like a alien could hop up in it
    Ain't nobody out here that's flyer
    So we bout to blow, we bout to blow, blow, blow, blow
    Say we bout to blow, we bout to blow, we bout to blow
    We bout to blow, we bout to blow, blow, blow, blow
    We bout to blow, say we bout to blow, blow, blow

    Tell them I'm comin' and nobody's stoppin' me
    I want it all and that's just how it got to be
    Handle my business, I do it so properly
    Nobody copy me, my monopoly
    Building my dynasty, here for the fortune, takin' no losses
    Whatever it takes I get through it no caution
    'Till I'm in the coffin
    Ride with no brakes, I won't stop or fall off this
    Might turn out on it
    Ride through the night, I'mma shine in the mornin'
    'Cause I want the Forbes list
    Timbo, Timbo, kill 'em

    We winning got money so long it a take
    A life time for us to try to spend it
    Grind like LeBron put up numbers
    We balling we the ones contending
    Pull up in foreigns it look like a alien could hop up in it
    Ain't nobody out here that's flyer
    So we bout to blow, we bout to blow, blow, blow, blow
    Say we bout to blow, we bout to blow, we bout to blow
    We bout to blow, we bout to blow, blow, blow, blow
    We bout to blow, say you bout to blow, blow, blow, blow
    We bout to blow, we bout, we bout, we bout to blow
    We bout to blow
    Tell it baby, we bout to blow,
    We bout to, we bout to, we bout to, we bout to, we bout to blow
    We bout to, we bout to, we bout to, we bout to blow Writer/s: BRYSHERE GRAY, DWAYNE MURCHISON
    Publisher: FOX MUSIC, INC.
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