Kendrick Lamar – Blow My High (Members Only) Lyrics

Blow My High (Members Only)

Kendrick Lamar

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"Blow My High (Members Only)." - Kendrick Lamar

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 02:32 pm

Album: Section.80

Track No: 13

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 ho ****, 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 **** 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 ho ****, 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'll never wait on no man
Society will never hold your hand
**** 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
**** like to gossip like bitches
Sip Don 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 ho ****, 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 enclosed it with a kiss
And when I write him, he better get it on time
Look at my life, then 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.

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Missy Elliott, Timbaland, Tommy Black.

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