Lyrics:
a gun and you know you a bitch? Ayy
Bitch, it's too deep, don't get in this water (bitch)
If we can't find him, we shoot at his daughter (brrt)
I see
On damned Fox News it’ll get you a raise.
Masturbate
Mental masturbate
Mental masturbate right now
If you don’t know how to do it,
Tucker Carlson will show
or dirty, never ashamed
(Holy hustler) Practice sold faithful
I'm on some holy holy, emcees be grateful
Hook: [B.B. Jay]
I hate to say I told you so, but
that on my phone I see you too
Remember how, BB King you know that blues blues, too true
Never knew love could have that voodoo child
Be still be still
the blues
Like B.B. King
I got the roughneck scales
To give awhile
Like a voodoo child
Nuthin but style
Take it
But you can see the black glock clickin
cheese
See how this shit be turning into Tom and Jerry
You were written in a show hosted by me like Truman Jim Carrey
When I put the lights on you you
after
You get a home take care of your home
You can go back and ugh!
I'm getting courted by the bosses
The Edgars And Doug Morris-es-es
Jimmy I's
myself for myself I am the king
I am the best maybe I am so cocky
Do never compare a lion to a monkey
You remember when you said that I can't do it
Be
wardrobe is-it, now listen
(Chorus)
Make this money, take this money (Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
Ain't shit
, blue, blue, blue, blue
Blue, blue, blue, blue, all I care about is the fuckin' blue (blue)
Okay, so let's talk (huh), 'bout how this went down (yeah)
what they're offering
How much gold they bring
They can't afford what we've had
Not even the king
They can't afford what we've got
Not even the king
what they're offering
How much gold they bring
They can't afford what we've had
Not even the king
They can't afford what we've got
Not even the king
shine just like an eclipse
Trynna get in my bag can't have no chips
You would be rich working all that time you kicked it
I just walked in with a foreign
bad shit in plenty
Now my eyes won't shed a tear
You can call me by my first half name
Shanti letting you hold my beer
Throwin house parties so wild
golden, my eyes is open
Shorty whats the deal, can I get open? I interscope it
I spit so raw, I live in the stars
We chillin on Mars, the kings of New York
when I move and dancing to the song
All I wanna do is get my groove on like this
Let me holla at you baby, come close, it's
Bigg Snoop Dogg, king
Life can get really, really real
Deep, deep blues
Deep, deep blues
Deep, deep blues
Deep, deep blues
Very bad news, just found out that my
attitude's a result of that
Balderdash, where'd you get the chip on your shoulder at?
Why you kicking that soda can?
Pull your pants up, we 'bout to roll up
crews, catch me singin' the blues
Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB King
It's Abdul Rakim, now watch me do my thing
CHORUS
Down, down, you go
Down, down,
no driving by can't wait until he catch this fire
Be patient and never deny one thing you can't get back is time
For the fam put it all on the line
to cloud nine
Give me a second, let me roll up
We can hop up on my Nimbus Cloud
You wanna get by
Man learn how to fly
My nigga Goku, he died
Blunt hitting
And gave it to the Black Man
How that sound? You know this whole thing is ours
Even in the blues bars we done always been the rockstars
Til they cut
and told them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it's breaking me down honey
Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
But I could never lie
to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now everything litty
Rooks got
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