Blog That Lyrics - God Will'n - Juelz Santana

We all here, hear me now! 

(Hook) 

She's put a picture up on InstaGram, InstaGram 

Now I'm in the kitchen whipping InstaGram, InstaGram 

I'm getting money nigga blog that, 

You girl wanna fuck me nigga, blog that! 

You a hater, eat a dick nigga, blog that 

I just bought another whip nigga, blog that 

I'm back, tell em motherfucker blogs that, 

And I'm 'bout to pop it off, bra strap. 

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Fresh off my ha-haters, fresh off my ha-haters 

Titanic back in business, now let's get reacquainted, 

I'm that nigga, AKA not the one to play with 

I'm all these bitches favourite, 

I'm flyer than your playlist, 

Be gone with my aces, screaming out hi haters 

All you niggas talking I'm just stupid I'm not aiming 

Still whipping that Katie, still whipping that Katie 

Buried til she ready, then I pass the Tom Brady 

Oh 20 bands in the rubber band 

Oh, on my neck about a 100 grand, 

Blind diamonds like I just came from the mother land, 

Told you niggas I'll be up again. 

Photos 

(Hook) 

She's put a picture up on InstaGram, InstaGram 

Now I'm in the kitchen whipping InstaGram, InstaGram 

I'm getting money nigga blog that, 

You girl wanna fuck me nigga, blog that! 

You a hater, eat a dick nigga, blog that 

I just bought another whip nigga, blog that 

I'm back, tell em motherfucker blogs that, 

And I'm 'bout to pop it off, bra strap. 

Fly up or get flown over, swag up or get swagged on, 

Boss up I get bossed around, we don't cough hoes they get passed on, 

Bad bitches I got that, big money I got that, 

4 doors coupes with the top back I got that 

Still keep that big thing, anything to blow your top back, 

Who said they gonna take some, we right here they ain't take none, 

Fall back or get flatline, red beam with that black .9 

Cold still in these hot shells, you talk shit and I back mine, 

I ball even when it's half-time 

Your bitch call, it's that time, 

I'm lit like a candle when she tryin to get her wax on 

If ain't the Rrari is the Bentley Mussolini, 

Or the phantom or the ghost, wondering if they can see me, 

Hash tag my bitch bad, Hash tag my jewels real, 

Hash tag my pocket's fat, and that's just 'cause I just made a sale 

Hash tag my clique kill, your bitch think I'm a great deal 

Fucked over my J's on, hit her with that windmill. 

(Hook) 

She's put a picture up on InstaGram, InstaGram 

Now I'm in the kitchen whipping InstaGram, InstaGram 

I'm getting money nigga blog that, 

You girl wanna fuck me nigga, blog that! 

You a hater, eat a dick nigga, blog that 

I just bought another whip nigga, blog that 

I'm back, tell em motherfucker blogs that, 

And I'm 'bout to pop it off, bra strap.