Lyrics:
were up in New York on your honeymoon
Tonight I'm down, in Tennessee
I got that letter you wrote, it tore me up
But I don't have anyone to blame but
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
this
From New York to Los Angeles
I think the whole world scandalous
I'm just tryin to keep the candles lit
Let the party people dance to this
Get
fucked a few female stars or two,
Then a blue-light niggas knew like Mike shit not to be fucked with.
Muthafucka better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs
a marathon
Trackstar, trapstar
Teflon shock plate, front and back hah
P90 Ruger talk, 38 Special flow
Hollow tip, hottest shit
Flyest nigga in New York
C-4 in
on the hill
The mornin' fog and the cool, cool night
That's where, I wanna be, San Francisco
That's where my heart up in New York City
I've been to Chicago
But
up all on MTV
Niggas looking at the screen like
It's ghosts that they see
I like my Rosé red my
Diamonds blue my money green
TIP put me on the team
a music deal worth $30 million in 2018 by Nedjon media, from a project to boost his musical career with Blue Pie Records, White label records. The deal is
a music deal worth $30 million in 2018 by Nedjon media, from a project to boost his musical career with Blue Pie Records, White label records. The deal is
gorgeous
I got art ho's on my line, I got skater girls just
Blue faces by the ceiling, everyday it's raining racks
Wake up in the morning, everyday I'm
York isle is covered by gray
Concrete piles blues play my way
Tropic haze pineapple sky
Perfect wave hurricane eye
In the sun it's for everyone
In
I dreamed of Judy Garland and of her bottled blues
Resting in a dressing room, shaking star dust from her shoes
She spoke of her beginnings
If your eyes are blue you know the rest
Champagne if it's very cool
It's never very formal how you dress
For oysters by the swimming pool
Then
sometimes find
That Sun City is in the mind
I was just watching the TV the other night
The should appear but you know
Walter Cronkite said the Blues
And it
I got choppas got the choppa
With the beam this ain't real
You ain't real this a dream
Ima stack it very high by any means
I be balling
Should be
Ain't it true?
We ain't in tune
Sing the blues
Out of tune
By the time you feel the weight
It's crushing you
By the time you feel the sun
It's
call me Heat Miser, blue in my top, you're not wiser
The lyrical rhymer, I burn that ass like lava (espionage)
Magma, plus you can't bust my crust
president
Watching my back through jack leading Jack
Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed
ICP
I don't walk, I stalk, living foul like pork
Shutting down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what the niggas call me, 'cause they all be
the seven
Water on my charm, call that bitch an oasis
How could I be blue when I stack these blue faces
Wanna know the truth, all you see, it took patience
way
I headed out for western skies
Cap on my head and a bottle of booze
Sing sing the highway blues
Sing sing the highway song
Down by the old highway
>From East point to New York
It's Outkast runnin' through why'all
Allaljuah
Oh why'all
Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
I guess
everything including the
Möet in the cup brooklyn, New York
(Legend) , pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds
And don't follow procedures
Ayo, you
bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two,
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