Lyrics:
his assistant when da plug in the tropics
Keep new drip on my temple for the optics
3 piece cash all blues in the pockets
Whole team up that's group
tunes
Take lessons I never lose
Blue's clues to find my ego
Cat good take deep strokes
That champagne she deep throat
Big money I never fold
Now ain't
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
The farmers coming'
Figured I'd give you that good news
You flex jewels I set cruise to the next moves
By the next moon ima need a fresh new
S coupe
French Guy:
Now Madame Blueberry was a sad little berry
She lived by herself in a house in a tree.
Her butlers would show up each morning at nine
a new mission on it solo now im coming for you bozos
Boutta kill it oh no now you feeling hella scared though
Like Jason Todd I got the edge fuck with me
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
this neighborhood
Homeless but I'll say I'm good
Mumbling new wave and rapping to trap
Not making my own beats man what's up with that
Has anyone
by the interstate
And make your girl a trap queen
If she’s 17 to 38
I been snapping like the sound
From a new whip
I’ll snatch your lung out just
I've always longed to be
New York City
I've got the big city blues
New York City
I've got the big city blues
I had a dream last night
Travelling by
new
The hardest part is getting out of the loop
Too many bad thoughts affecting my mood
Long time since I felt good
Long time since I felt nude
Long
Blue skies
But the skies are never blue when I'm not with you by your side
When I'm with you by your side
Blue skies
But the skies are never blue
the trinity lead you like the matrix
May be racist only love blue faces, cause they send the long ones through erasure
It's funny how, she'll give a kid Cudi in
all you want to, but here is the news)
(Can't hide from yourself, you'll be singing the blues)
When we met, this time last week
Could see the look
Todd Dorcelus, James Hanley
Music prod. by Veddo
at the drip, yeah
Look at the drip
(Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip)
Look at the drip, yeah
Yellow-blue vans, brand new jacket with some blue-ass pants
Say
Todd but you too short
Get yo ass smoked like a newport
This trapping shit ain't for you niggas need to find a new sport
Heads I'm just out here catching
I've been focus on fame
Been smoking this my new chain
A few brain cells left in my brain
No wonder you niggas think I'm insane
But I played my role
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
got the proof
Fuck that lil bitch imma go cop a coupe
And do everything that I said what I do
Im not on red and Im not on blue
Just know that I'm
or you walk away
It's a new turn on a blue day
And a cool deal of life for me
And it's all good
I know that the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
And trick a honey dip into a game of of strip limbo
Odd, He couldn't find no remorse
A wink is as good as a nod to a blind horse
Of course his technique
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