Lyrics:
, RIP to Virgil
I snuck the toolie in this bitch
I don't wanna hurt you
I need all blues out this bitch
I don't wanna flirt you
Made a couple bands 'fore
Oh my God, fuck you melodiq
Is this cloud nine?
Goddamn
Man I feel like Jack (Yessir)
Said I wanna see some ass, throw it back
She said I'm all talk,
really rap money
Twenty for a hoe and that's really trap money
B.A.
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my mansion
Gangster so flashy, Louis Vuitton
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe the feeling, for real
Baby, I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you
You, glory (oh
Started makin' beats
It was somethin' to do
Dropped a tab of acid
It was by Nates pool
Chance dropped "Acid"
It was so damn cool
Dropped out
Split my blues and greens
Don’t mean be racist
Hunnids and ones
Just don’t mix in my pants
Smooth with my words
Yeah I’m very persuasive
I can get
in my jacket
Getting bands
I’m loving how this money stacking
Stop playing with me
Can’t you see I’m really focused
God as my witness
Man I think I’m
I'm downing a bottle of gin as you see me smoking a whole pack again
She choosing me over her friends that do not mean that she getting bands
Put her
do no refunds
Y'all can sing this song right with me by the time the beats done
Black boy joy Black girl magic
Keep it going Automatic
Original man
nigga, gang
Sauced up on the walk up, I be drippin' (drip)
Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip)
Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion
In
I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his long fingers
How they felt on my back when he slow-dragged with me,
At a fateful "Blue Lights
on the block
Smoking exotic you know by the smell
I'm praising god
But I catch an opp then I double the hockey sticks and send him to hell
I like thumbin benjis
faith, a child was born, but no
one could be the father, except for a god.
This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine or...
Another sky is
Yeah, Pluto
Lemme do my dance in this bitch, don't get case closed
Made a hunnid bands off the brick
Made a hunnid bands off the brick, pure yayo
Damaged by love
I gave it up
I gave my heart
To all the drugs
Addicted to money
Addicted to blues
Riding around I'm tucking the tool
Woah
Bow
Got
of the action
If it's bout a check, I'm in traffic
Got blue hundreds off Magic
Done blue hundreds with my niggas them
We done blew checks like Twitter them
Niggas
of
his God. Lately though, he had been visited by many
temptations in his dreams. Promises of pleasure,
riches and power raced through his sleeping mind.
the ceiling chandelier on god
I'm tryna count up the check like a cashier
And if I dance like a stripper
You need to pop them bands and blame it on the liquor
yeah yeah
Inspired by God, the team, and the squad. We're true to the game, yeah yeah
I can't hit the brakes. Whatever it takes 'cuz' the money is
we healed by His stripes this
No this ain't no magic, this no hocus pocus
Yeah... I fear the LORD, not covid
You know it!
Ima keep on preaching though
manz
I Need to cool it thank god I got fans
Got lotta stress man thank god bands
I am to high and I don't wanna land
Your girl got the curves it put me
desolate, the eyes of the hood yo is desperate
Affected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard
Either get by or get God, but you try to get by
It's
Ha
Yeah
Alright
Uhmm
Imma do it
One more time
One more time
Aight I got it
Need a five band for the walkthrough
And my phone don't ring who I
Well come gather around me friends of mine,
While I sing to you about a minstrel band
Of children in their witches hats,
Painting pictures with
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