Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Gwen Stefani - Let me blow ya mind ------------------------------------------ (eve) Uh, uh, uh, huh Yo, yo Drop your glasses, shake your asses Face screwed up like you having hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one, classic Red from blonde, yeah bitch im drastic Why this, why that, lips stop askin Listen to me baby, relax and start passin Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic This one strong should be labeled as a hazard Some of yall niggas hot, sike im gassin Clowns i spot em and i cant stop laughin Easy come, easy go, e-v gon be lastin Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic Some of yall aint writin well, too concerned with fashion None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine Alotta yall hollywood, drama, passed it Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it Chorus: [gwen stefani] And if i had to give you more, Its only been a year Now i got my foot through the door And i aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me here And im gonna take my time Dont fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind [eve] They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy Shank up, haters wanna come after me You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me Now while you grittin your teeth Frustration baby you gotta breathe Take a lot more that you to get rid of me You see i do what they cant do, i just do me Aint no stress when it comes to sayin get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, dont believe Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines Love for my wordplay thats hard to find Sophomore, i aint scared, one of a kind All i do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine Huh, sick to your stomach wishin i wrote your lines Chorus [eve] Let your bones crack Your back pop, i cant stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged out, i respect the cash route Locked down, blastin, sets while i mash out Yeah nigga, mash out, d-r-e Back track, think back, e-v-e Do you like that (ooooh), you got to i know you Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too Dont believe ill show you, take you with me Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me Damn she much thinner know now im complete Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or die, bitch, double r, cant crawl Beware, cuz i crush anything i land on Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on Chorus