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at a motherfuckin' stoplight
And we go with blue against the red like it's a cop fight
Pistol while I'm pumpin' in my gas when it is not night
Pull up on me like we

Ah, the birds are chirping
The sky is blue
The sun is beaming on your face
You're 32 and just retired to Puerto Rico with more Bitcoin than God

like a letter
You’re having fun
Laughing with your shades of yellow when I’m blue
You say you’re with me selflessly
But in the spotlight I see you
I

romantic dance
Tell me you feel the same as I do
Please don't leave me out here feeling blue
So all my heart I pour
Into this little art song for you
I'll

My bitch bad shit, I can tell just by her accent
I want to make a-half-a-million off of rapping
I know 30 niggas 'round me got them backends
But, I

to learn how to start
I only rolled with thug, so I'll say I played my part
King-
Of Prussia Mall
Blue Balenciagas
No, not me
I ran it up (I ran it up)
Bout

hard when I leave her
Same hood where my ken got pinned for ten dollars
Wrong sale, wrong time, sniffed out by rottweilers
Just red and blue flashes

That's how a young nigga stay on his pivot
These niggas cap they own all of the fitteds
It's bro's before hoes cause I fuck with blue benji
He done stuck

I see blank visions of you, it's not looking too good
You'll be condemned for all the shit you put me through
You'll get buttfucked by a priest,

Beat you black and blue, your face is mystery meat
I'll cure your fetish by chopping off both his feet
My lyrics are simple but it details my anguish

by my side
You took me for a ride, bitch your love was all lies

I can feel it in the morning
I can feel it in the night
This pain I've got has gone

Pittsburgh pa
On a daily my oh my so I watch these niggas like I'm champ Bailey raised by my momma but my dad made me
I was taught to never a female play me

sugar-coated view
Was soured by the bitter breath of her drunk father
The kisses he'd plant
Once in a blue moon were as stale as his odour
That always choked her

Tension and release
I been feeling peace in the force
A little bit of pressure do me good
Trial by fire got me feeling grounded
I'm not the greatest

I Need a Hot Girl

The Hot Boys

Private Party Collectors Edition

2000

shit 
Ridin uptown bumpin hot boys ya bitch 
And that blue faced rolex I bought that bitch 
Keep big head benjamins on through her shit 
Fuck a thug

she thinks, things she thinks
Will I ever find a way
To keep my fantasy alive
What if you pass me by and never realise
I was the one (and only one)

Some 50's is fine I really want hundreds
Benjis is blue they look good in my wallet
Best talk correct if you stating a problem
Serving them feins I be

you mess with my own
Waiting on my flights with the D'USSÉ
Got the Raf Simmons on with the blue suede
When I'm steppin' in the room then the mood change

the bank
Fun fact, Fat Reez be related to Frank
This knot in my pocket could fit in a tank
Blue tips in the chop, we ain't totin' them blanks
Pull up

in my shoes
But they don't know the pain they don't know the blues
They see the chains they see the whip and the stacks
they don't see the scars on my

skipped school, learned about math, while I
Learned about tools, I'ma make money, I don't know about you, and it's all clean, money feel the

Crispy blues

Turn up the volume and just hear what I'm saying
You've been hit by the man

Seek and you will find it then
This ain't Iraq but you can tell that its

No love for a hoe or a fake homie
Don't need anyone imma do it by my lonely
Imma get this shit regardless, on mommas im living heartless
If you want

seeing light blue when I'm lying
Ur bitch wit me and she ain't lying
I got time so what we buying
I'm on back of the climb cause I'm climbing

Climb back