Lyrics:
she loves, he wouldn't go nowhere
Got the blues, got the blues
Got the blues, got the St. Louis blues
Got the blues, got the blues
Got the blues
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got a rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues (woo)
I think I got it off the writer
Sittin' down by
the blues
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I caught the rollin' athritis
here, got me lookin' around (Wooh)
You would freeze up like me if you had seen this diva (Damn)
Looking like as if she's the Girl from Ipanema (Shit)
I
to the next level
I’m a trendsetter baby living better
She want to see if I got real cheddar
My pockets so fat, look like nutty professor
The blue Benji’s make
can't stand a ho with no rhythm
I can't tell if the ass factual or fiction
I can't really tell if she twerkin' or twitchin'
How many of you hoes out
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
and how you step with your crew
Trying to feel your rhythm so I walk through your blues
If you really feel me baby come and give me a clue
Ayy pretty baby
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
I was born to be, born to climb
Can't hide from me, me say me born to be high
I was born to be, born to climb
Gangsta
Dance to the rhythm
Gangsta,
papa from Jackson's Hollow
You ought to see me strut
I'm a honey dippin' daddy
Got a hard hearted baby
She's a sheik shakin' Sheba but she can't
papa from Jackson's Hollow
You ought to see me strut
I'm a honey dippin' daddy
Got a hard hearted baby
She's a sheik shakin' Sheba but she can't
outs, I got some shit that’s purple
10-4 bitch, you know I’m hatin’ 12
Like a car dealer, yeah, how I made a sale
You can tell it’s the shit by how that
I get up in the rhythm of the money
For the woman and the niggas in the city that said
I'll never make it but I'm here now
Got it made now
Gettin'
And I got Jackson Cannery
Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
Tell me what's he worth
lifestyle
Peng Lifestyle
Peng Lifestyle
Living life on the moon
I just wanna bloom
I got the rhythm and the blues
Rhythm and the blues
Rhythm and the blues
Five star plate, big mood
Let's fly down West for food
I was doing uptown trips with my boo
But now she got a thug doing rhythm and blues
Hotel trip,
looking small in them blue notes
Told the opps send shots 'til we get it
Got bags on your block, I'm petty (jump)
If you wanna stay alive better dead it
the gadgets
The bitch too boujee she ruined her chances
My bitch got beauty, should be in a pageant
She neckin', I'm whippin' I hope I don't crash it
I
papa from Jackson's Hollow
You ought to see me strut
I'm a honey dippin' daddy
Got a hard hearted baby
She's a sheik shakin' Sheba but she can't
papa from Jackson's Hollow
You ought to see me strut
I'm a honey dippin' daddy
Got a hard hearted baby
She's a sheik shakin' Sheba but she can't
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gon' dance, gon' dance my blues away tonight
You know I'm gonna dance my blues away
You know this boogie is
gon' need two vests
So, please stay off my dick 'less
You got a fat ass and two huge breasts
I been to hell and back and I
Fucked the devil in a blue
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