Lyrics:
"Hello?"
"What you mean?"
"Hol' up, hol' up what you mean I ain't fly?"
"What you mean I ain't got no drip?"
"Goddamn it, aight, look"
Lemme
I couldn't give myself one reason why
A girl like her would be stopping by
A blue collard town on a Friday night
Yeah I didn't know
Till she closed
the Glock they too scared to box
Too scared to box like Im kangaroo Jack
I got the box I fit it in my bag
Custom wear socks I ain't buy it in cash
I got
I guess them pretty blue skies up in Gwinnett County got a disguise
I guess your eyes see us on that map and make you think we ain't a trap
But I'm
Whore's I'm with got junk and it show
Fourth time spin the block but I sit low
Lord I've sinned but I wanna get doe
Farm boy fuck is knowing bout gang shit
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
of yarn
cnd the great blue whale, void of feather and scale
With boxes of business cards in wax to no avail
The stars set around us in a white sequin gown
after cartoons, we're headed for the Horn Springs pool
when I get in that water I ain't coming out, I'm gonna stay until my lips turn blue
Then we'll stop
Heaven means to me
1968 in Lebanon Tennessee
Now its 2021 and times flying by
And I'm starting to feel old
Pap and Grandma have both passed on
And the farm
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me
BLUE
We ain’t hailing to a faker
You claim your victors
Til the Spartans come n play ya
Go Green
Go White
And Spartys
for the racist, bigoted foundation
The blue for your aryan eyes-- all empty
Empty because you're taught how to bow down to the man
"Fly that flag, that
'cause every time I walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop
All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop
It's
hustle like I got a baby by my side
My money multiplied
The music amplified
The Bible by my side
The white outside brown inside
Making money till I get
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
and I bring booze
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful,
words, "Send for the law," uh
Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
Red, white blue
And the silver blue sailing birds
Fly with the sun on their wings
Secret Gardens of the heart
Where dreams live on forever
I see you shining through
Pantone blue, when I'm with you
Off-white lies, black snake eyes
Tried so hard to make you a believer
To see you a little clearer
'Cause you
but my days! Must I shock her.
Diagnosis, paralysis, lo, I became a doctor
She cut me off mid-sentence like I'm rapture
Getting white-maled by a black
kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
the mail
Half black is the new black can't you tell?
It was blue black like Wesley Snipes in new jack
Now you got to have a white mama just to do that
bars are what they dread
Blue bottom kicks turn em red (Blood)
If you talk against the gang boy you boutta end up dead
J-Bone pulled up for some bars
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