Lyrics:
we the blueblood
I'm a bomb reptar on ice
Leave a scar when I take my slice
Fuck em up ya once or twice
I rule all touched by the light
See that dark
niggaz, all my peeps in queens brooklyn uptown
Bronx there it is
Yo, me and my niggaz bounce around in the jeep
Lookin' for a spot to peep where
flirt wit all y'all
Yeah, yeah homie u say she ya girlfriend
But when I step up to her I'm be like cousin
Believe me man, this is how them playas do it in
childish-gambinhoe's
Free throws, pre-rolls, deep throat
Sprayin' money at misquito's
Burrito's, yeah we eatin'
Three, not Migo's
Bad bones, childish-gambinhoe's
Free
3 deep, creepin'
Comin' 'round the corner, peepin
They sweepin'
But they ain't gonna catch me slippin', I'm rollin' out
I'm gon' chill by a bitch
(Yep)
You ain't gonna sleep
Ain't no time for counting sheep
Sweat is running down your back
The running back is running deep (Hut)
Michael Vick ya cause
shucks
My crew'll shoot ya ass before
Ya fists get balled up
Turnin' on music and shit
I ain't scared
Hold up, I don't pump fake
I count money 'til my
temptation in this booth unless it's David Ruffin
To these MP3s, I'm Mozart on 88 Keys
Ya boy met the world, now it's time to live free
Couldn't say goodbye
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
Four by Four I'm racing
For the money head first I'm chasin
Back up I need my spacing
I cant be waiting, I need it right now
Finna roll up
out, if I miss
Ya, hit ya, bet one of these thug niggas get with ya, split ya. How ya
Feel about murda, man? It's still the same, fuck with us, we
the cutie, two for the cuite with the big D
Three for the cutie with the big D with money
You got it goin' on honey
Now we'd just like to know how low can
question, how many freaks do it take 'til this b**** turn into a orgy
Three shots in and I'm feelin' like Horry
Shoulda never gave a n**** money, man pour me
question, how many freaks do it take 'til this bitch turn into a orgy
Three shots in and I'm feelin' like Horry
Shoulda never gave a nigga money, man pour me
I could tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I could tell by the way you've been dancing wit' yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz
hollow
They find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tomorrow
So act like a bitch and you'll get treated like a busta
Dat's how it is with dis
resolve
Mama so proud at how we ball
Easily maneuvered by ya puppeteer fingers
Set the tempo up to get u riding to a linger
Got a wringer for ya eagerness,
with a fade
Chasin' money, the fuck did you think
Lookin' like how I'm feelin' today
Brand new shit when you see me on stage
They say, Chino, he crazy
For tryin' to brace,
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
Place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off
experienced foul play
You know the hoes, the ones that act funny
That don't say shit till ya whip out some money
Then a bitch start jockin'
Next thing ya know
loads coming by pounds (Yeah)
Please don't try me tonight (Yeah)
I can send blitz wherever I wanna (Brrrd)
They'll come spin ya tonight (Yeah yeah)
Put
ta me
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
'Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last
If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I
midsection
I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls
Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off
Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch
I get money
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