Lyrics:
got a plot I ain't got a window and I ain't got a job But it takes a lotta blue-backs to satisfy my honey If I could get my hands on some f-oldin'
You used to be the one for me The tragic two The tragic me and you But all the lights have painted the sky And you never mind the blueback we used
a bird fuck a blueback He wasn't ready for the sauce hit it and he blew back Homie hit me up he just picked up on some new pack Its five thirty am I'm just
mad quick for sum blue-backs, bitch I'm on my way to Billy Rays for some blue catfish So pull up Fuck around and see my new hat trick, nigga Niggas be
Hennessy until I hurl Got my life on riches, bitches, yeah You living thorough, but a I'm a keep it real and keep your head cracked Stay blueback off
to kick it, blueback Soldiers, sell me somethin' good Now I'm feelin' alright Do it all night long Kick it to the break of sunlight If it ain't done
in this century Gettin' blueback off that bubbly We them street mothafuckas who got some big mothafuckas Playin' for keeps mothafuckas Bringin'
in this century Gettin' blueback off that bubbly We them street mothafuckas who got some big mothafuckas Playin' for keeps mothafuckas Bringin'
in this century Gettin' blueback off that bubbly We them street mothafuckas who got some big mothafuckas Playin' for keeps mothafuckas Bringin'
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