Lyrics:
DON'T THINK I DON'T LOVE YOU
(Dallas Frazier)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »
Your old cheatin' heart has finally caught you
A thousand times I told
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Flights phone bills and i got rooms
She give me face till its blue
I Instant all my cus
I Love when that money come new
I'm Coolin by the south loop
All my
me the gold plaques
Fuck them blue bills, I need gold stacks
Business expense on weed, I pay no tax yeah, I care about money I don't care about hoes
Ay
Yeah, money pays the rent, money gets you by
Money keeps the bills from piling up too high
But money won’t love you with those big blue eyes
‘Cause money
on the 5000 dollar bill
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna
Hustling through the struggle trying to pay the bills
Give a fuck what they talking or how they feel
Big deal big deal
You can never play me to the left
bills, big checks, Dreamville
I'm just tryna get my plays up
Fuck a handout, TCB, yeah, we made us
Yeah, blue bills, straight paper
Yeah, big bills, no
raining outside made a mess on them
Got to see what the next move is yea
Got to make them big blue bills yea
I will not let up i will not stop till that
bills only transact when the bills blue
Broke boy only transact when them bills due
Yellows online come see what them pills do
Big talk biting more than
liquor
Dropping C notes on strippers at the casino
I'm making movies: them Kill
Bill's and Tarantino's
Lyrically Aristotle, lyrically can't see it
Them
liquor
Dropping C notes on strippers at the casino
I'm making movies: them Kill
Bill's and Tarantino's
Lyrically Aristotle, lyrically can't see it
Them
Plane just land in Jamaica
Two pockets fulla dead paper
Hundred Dollar bill blue facer
Designer shoes Italian maker
Yeah mi do it big mi do it major
more bills in this
Bankin' his babies be blingin' and his boo be that big booty!
Big bust! Be in his benzo bronze and get big bucks!
I'm a black
inside the coupe
I stay with that big pack, my stick click clack
Cupid spraying me and you
I'm steady counting dollars, all my bills are blue
Ripped up
This last joint we gon' call Conversations
Original produced by DJ Pain, big up bro
So when I sat down to write this joint
I thought about all
no damns
And that's just the start of his story
A blue collared boy
On graduation day well he wore that cap with pride
Brought up by a system that'd
the reds and blues
'Cause I don't like it when you shy
Then if you run out of gas, go get pumped up
I'm gonna be here by and by
Pass them pasteboards
Landslide Alabama on my way to Savannah
[Chorus]
I said I woke up this morning headache this big!
Pay all these damn bills feed all these damn kids
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub
Who joined the Darktown Poker Club
But cursed the day he told them he would join
His money used to go like it had
Landslide Alabama on my way to Savannah
[Chorus]
I said I woke up this morning headache this big!
Pay all these damn bills feed all these damn kids
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
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