Lyrics:
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
(playin' to lose)
Neck a waterproof (waterproof), t-shirt made by Rue (made by Rue, yeah)
Fifty dime at Lenox when I'm in a mood (yeah)
Been down from
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
by
I'm gonna hunt you up and ask you
If you found out anything new
Or are you a-hangin to the best you had
With the steamboat whistle blues
I've
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say
by the pound
My eyes stay red every time he in town
These niggas stay mad, they bitches loving my sound
I got two fingers up and ten toes down
As God
blue sued existential blues
i was on a quest! i was walkin down the road again dudaduda
i was walkin down the road looking for the truth of
life when i
flows Blue Flowers!
Drawing by the pond, look, it's raining yellow
Would you care to listen to me more? Thank you
Holding bags on down right from
and my gal
Saint Louis Blues
I hate to see that evеning sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
'Cause my lovin' baby done left this town
If I
down
We can build it all back up
Piece by piece by piece by piece
Back up again
Piece by piece by piece by piece
Back up up up
No need to worry about
got the blues, lord got the blues so bad
I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad
Left my home with stars in my eyes
Fell down the coast in
I was up this mornin', blues walkin' like a man
I was up this mornin', blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues, give me your right hand
Ah, blues
bout yeah i really live this lifestyle
I be breakin' it down by the ounce, woah i got large amounts all up
In my trap house, yeah i make it rain on them
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
By twisting up the best I'll probably let my top down
Stay vigilant
Cause anyone could come and
knock the block down
And cops foul
I gotta watch now
I
worried down with the blues
Tried to be a good man
Worked my fingers to the bone
And you returned the favor
By wreckin' up my happy home
You played
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
still", she begged ass the blokes were shaking
Fed up, she descended, frolicked in town
Her wings folded in as her toes touched down
The blokes bid for
and his hard, blue
armada shows up all over the world to scare
the shit out of people, blowing people's shit
up, blowing people up and shit, like our
There's a high flyin' bird, way up in the sky now,
You know I wonder if she looks down, as she flies on by?
She's flying on the air so easily in
"There's a high flyin' bird, flying way up in the sky,
And I wonder if she looks down, as she goes on by?
Well, she's flying so freely in the sky.
mine!!....
Single Girl Blues...No one bitching about the new shoes I found.....
single girl blues...The music up and the seat stays down
I do what I want ,
By some pigs with too much time
By the assholes backin’ that ugly blue line
Oh, just go
Oh, just fucking go
Well, you better calm down
You better bring
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
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