Lyrics:
parts with his parts out, and
Then he just laid his shit down
And it was great by then went to
'Ye house, played it for him, he
Was like, 'cool' wayne
thinking I got God with me
Stacks full of blues, cause my bro said he don't like fifties
Whole gang need the white sticks, look like Rice Krispies
If I get
the right one
Intra, white one, two tuck
Baby, I ain't typin', clipped like a hyphen
About to go bananas
Have you 2 steppin' with the dances
Blue
Don fresh and clean
Blue Polo suit had to pick it up at 3
Got it tailored by Ms. Ling shit looked so sweet
On the way to the club
Just left the pent
marked by past flagellation by sinful actions of dubious morality and the marks of blasphemy in her blue, crystal clear eyes, esclera darkened by her own
came into the bar, she came into the scene
She traveled deeper inside the room
All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons
She came up to the table,
Whoever think I'm here to make some corny ass radio
Viacom jingle, got my whole diatribe tangled
Sittin' high up on them tires, on my high horse, I'm
Let's Make It
White, Blue, Green
Green. Green. Green
Uh
Ain't seen you around. Where you been at?
Stacking that dough, tryna get back
I'm almost
Through the deep
Tangled wildwood
Counting sheep
'til I sleep
Like a child would
With a great big valise full
Of books to read where it's peaceful
come let's go play hide and seek
Who knew that us two could get tangled up in blue?
Don't want to screw this up too, my soul's set on you
on flood? Yes I can (blat, blat, ah)
Light it up, light it up, (woo) light it up, light it up (woo)
Light it up, light it up, (woo) light it up, light it
lightning
Leather wallet
Blue Faces
Platinum card
White lining
I got a white band on my G-Shock
That tell me right now it's the right timing
And these dimwits
forgotten that I had the blues
I'm in high cotton, yes, I'm in high cotton
Soft and white as the clouds
I'm in high cotton, the popcorn's popping
There ain't
Midterm Mode, shit got me stressing
Hair all white, like blue cheese dressing
Can't take a break, don't got a second
Sleep when I'm dead, that's what
hand but please remember
I'm really not a great dancer
Oh, how did I
Get caught by your eye?
We fell in love now in October
Now here we are homecoming
to the left and I scanned to the right
And I looked up ahead at the furious stars in the night
Burning red blue white burning red blue white red blue white
razor tag slice ya face you're it
It's I who come by drive through
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at Miami eyes blue five two
I
day in the life, come and roll with me
Stack blue cheese, china white Bruce Lee, I Ain't worried bout these niggas, I'ma do
Me
Gold bottles by
Through the deep
Tangled wildwood
Counting sheep
'til I sleep
Like a child would
With a great big valise full
Of books to read where it's
Through the deep
Tangled wildwood
Counting sheep
'til I sleep
Like a child would
With a great big valise full
Of books to read where it's
Two, with a blue. You, who are you? New, I am new.
Who, didn't have a clue. Yeah, two, right by the two.
Yeah, two, fuck by the two. Yeah, cool, hang
friends like that
About this time you and I'd be tangled up
Yeah, but that's alright, this fire's been keeping me warm enough
Holding onto you, girl,
doing all of it again
You ain't really good for me
But every time I wake up
Tangled up in white sheets
Pretty without no makeup
Nothing but a white tee
Seven-thirty
He said that he'd be here by six
It's looking dirty
I guess he's up to his old tricks
He likes 'em pretty
He likes 'em in their
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