Letra Let me blow ya mind de Gwen Stefani

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(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 i´m 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 y´all niggas hot, sike i´m gassin´
Clowns i spot em and i can´t stop laughin´
Easy come, easy go, e-v gon´ be lastin´
Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic
Some of y´all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion
None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine
Alotta y´all hollywood, drama, passed it
Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it

Chorus:
[gwen stefani]
And if i had to give you more,
It´s 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 i´m gonna take my time
Don´t 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 can´t 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, don´t believe
Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines
Love for my wordplay that´s 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 can´t 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
Don´t believe i´ll 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 i´m complete
Still stallion, brick house, pile it on
Ryde or die, bitch, double r, can´t crawl
Beware, cuz i crush anything i land on
Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on
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