Lyrics:
know, I know you're a pro and con artiste
Oh baby, you're a false alarm
Why do I try to play it by the rules
I was the victim but I'm not a fool
You
weaving threads
Show down and turnout
You lookin’ at tens
Tell me why
She don’t stop by
Cant wait ‘til I
See those blue skies
Still but not too soon
the mood for the nice smiles
So I’m rocking the blue like a nice guy
But we’re still walking on the cliff
Still got our spit
Still on it all the time, I’m
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up (throwin' up this dirty old for life, fool)
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo,
to the Blue-ah-Print-ah tres piece, Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Rasclaat when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I could see the sky
to control my moves
But I sat back and watched the time go by smooth
Wise guy attitude these are bow tie blues
There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat
I'm too faded like blue jeans
Ruthlessly roofied by the hope of happiness in Blue Dream
I'm too clean, Phil Swifty
And too mean for mode
Morphined by
action
Walk by the code boy or kick rocks
Stay by the book like book stops
Stick to the script like music notes
All eyes on me like Tupac
Take one take
by my side when I pop out at night
Party favors
Double shot poured in my cup got me feeling right
Posted at the tin roof tryna get UGS some play
parked at the crib, I call it Walter jelly
Blue and white new drop top beamer I call it poppa smurf
And if you take yo nigga work, call that a lotta
His remarkable armor is supreme!"
Yo
Sometimes I'm liable to spazz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face,
His remarkable armor is supreme!"
Yo
Sometimes I'm liable to spazz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face,
don't know my face
She was no Hattie Carroll it was cold, it was blue
And it only happened despite me or you
Me or you, me or you
Smoking paper
eyes
I hang with positive people
My friends and I respect each other
All is change
I love the clear blue skies
And the sunny days
I always make the best
stuff that Queen Eve got a hold of when she got seduced by that guy
Oh, yeah, I guess you right
But, but, look how it turned out, right
Fighting
before you ask for this
Tell me right now are you ready to hit the roof
Grindin night after night
Tryna shine switch the light
Like Mario she slide on my
a fool
You stole my heart and left me blue
It looks like crime pays for you
You do it and you get away
It seems like crime pays
Got a lotta new flames, still need 'em blue
Three hundred fifty thou', times that by two
New Dawn, no roof, I still see the sky
Peace to my
the coupe it's a 2 seater Ride
Let Back the roof and I look at The sky
I'll prolly joke about life with the Guys
Like ain't this shit crazy
Young nigga came
hundred proof
I got my dogs on the roof, woo
Pour out four's by the twos, boys
Can I blow what I shoot
Monster, they can't bring the blues
Out your way,
turning blue
Do this for my brothers I'd die by my crew
Gave your bitch space when she asked for the moon
Stalking my story with all of your Goons
Beat that
the red and blue
But me I'd rather get the greenery
Smoke out the whole muthafucking sceanery
[Hook: x 2]
[Verse Two: Goldie Loc]
Why must I, be
My bros stunning
Your Gees steady mozzing
No be by luck na by blessing
Striking so hard no Mercy (Messi)
Chat shit you get smoky
We making things
It could be you, it could be me
It could be that guy staring at me
Nothing to see, nothing to feel
Nothing to keep you away to live
You get weaker by
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