Lyrics:
on your block
Fuck how the opps take it
I let the ooze down his
Throat like he shot chasin'
But if we grapple, dawg
I beat your face red and white and have
Flambé
Mimic, Bucky Mimic
Ultra arrhythmic
Cray-cray melee
All your skin is bruised red, white and blue
Can't tell what's true from what's not true
Golden
Shit God damn
I went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean
stays on chill
? wearing all white ? Sayin' pay yo bills
So that raw metaphor that I thought of before
I don't remember no more cause I just ran out
the heroes of the red white and blue
They give their lives so we don't have to
They protect our freedom and our right to choose
They protect me
They protect
my diamonds)
I got red, white, black I got blue
I got hittas who ready to make a pack outta you (Yea)
Lil bitch-ass bitch come back with your crew (Ay)
on face by a case the day
Get a new pair of shoes, you lookin' all fresh with a white pair of blues
I don't give a fuck about your color red or blue
I'mma
to the folks getting relentlessly fucked
By the red, white, and blue
By us, them, me and you
By some folks with too much time
By the assholes backin’ that ugly
Their aim at last in sight
The King's men dressed in purest white
Were driven back by force
And the fighting grew more violent
As the battle took its
corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
Blue light, red light
I told broski "Spin this
teams
Red black and blue off white redbone skin tone she wanna slide thru my embassy she wanna OG from a OG 5-star suite passing OG she gone OD when I
As Allen and Milton and Dwight
If more you would know of this Jack Ash credo
See the Blue Book, the Black Book, the White
If you do you will find wе're
All
kind
My environment raised a rebel ready to rebel
Got shells on the shelves by the cases and a blue 50 gallon barrel for the incase shit
You would not
you
But you abide by it
Blue & Whites flashing in my rear view
This is supposed to be the land of the free
I could spot fake love with a clear view
The young gentleman came riding past
On a snow-blue winter's day
He asked to drink by our fire
And I was pleased to let him stay
He drank there
than syrup slow down your face
Spurs matte from the life force sprung loose from wells
Welled deep by the enforcers of mock justice of the red, white
you're born, lil bubba (?)
Your body starts gettin old
It's Hell tryin to make it
It's Hell tryin to make it
If you're black, white, blue or green
They buried my body on Christmas
In the ground by the south river bank
Worked to my death, for my very last breath
I'd the Winchester bishops
singin' the same ol' truck songs
In the same ol' smoky old dives
I'd be red and white stripes with no blue
A drugged-out Johnny, no June
If I didn't
singin' the same ol' truck songs
In the same ol' smoky old dives
I'd be red and white stripes with no blue
A drugged-out Johnny, no June
If I didn't
the next meeting I hope to prove true
And change the green lilacs to the red white and blue
I passed my love's window both early and late
The look
“Investigators are looking for a full-sized, white, 12-person passenger van-
The exact description released by police is a white work-style van,
Red Riding Hood wants to kill Little Boy Blue
And the wolf too, what is Mister Rogers doing?
Moved out his Jordan, bought him a Ewing
Him, Little Boy
Light work
Forces blue jeans and a white shirt
Well it might be, Though it's likely
That I'll be in forces and a white tee
Yeah you've got great
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