Lyrics:
the blues, blues, blues (Blue Hundreds)
Home girl countin' on the flow, (Hold Up)
Partna wit the drako by the door, (Hold Up)
Main bitch bangin' on my line,
Red light, red shirt, red skin, red dirt
Blue bills, blue sky, blue feels, blue fire
Picking sides, is that what doing
Is anything black and white
somewhere way out there in any given town
There's a red, white, and blue collared drivin' his around
Turnin' heads and burnin' tread and stirrin' up dust
the color blue
While I'm pursuing the music and the mic
I'm losing the fight
Moving tonight
Reciting my writings
Avoiding the white light by suicide
It's you
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
Tampa Red - guitar
Charles Saunders - drums
Album Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19, 1945 - November 12, 1947
Document Records DOCD 5059
My little
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas
Blood on the money, don't care, nigga
Blue faces turn into red niggas
Dot on your nose, yeah, I
what's really good)
[Un Casa]
It's a shame how I rap so bananas
It's Mr. Two-Gun Un
Mother fuckers better cock back them hammers
You might catch in
mushed
Strizzo on the mic
Talkin bout hold up nigga don’t push
Got me fucking my shoes up
Slid out the back door
I’m bout to give a nigga the blues
These
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line
And a little southeast
lights) If you've done nothing wrong
Blue lights should just pass you by (maybe even fairy lights)
Gun crime into your right ear
Drugs and violence
like I'm Kyrie
Create a big wave like the high seas
I've been watching closely so there's nothing getting by me
Well
Thats got em hoping for a blue moon
White, my favorite colors white, white
Blue, my favorite colors blue, blue
Nil by mouth, bite your tongue, but I live to eat
Food for thought, wolf it
guy
Hang with the reds or hang with the blues
It doesn't really matter, the choice is up to you
Just don't go switching on your own fucking crew
Hang
down in Tampa selling slices of pizza in a theme park
We went real far together
No Phone cards. No Social media
2-Dollar Tequilas. Blue Margaritas, Last
niggas jus be in they feelings
I left the city dont fuck with them niggas but i cannot forget about philly
Tampa bitch she bad, but I cant fuck with these
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line
And a little southeast
On the red, white and blue
Happy birthday America
Whatever's left of you
You were the darlin' when you saved the world
WW I and II
France would just be
red, broken and bled
By the flames that rule her fields of fire
Baby's in blue, broken in two
May the rains run through her fields of fire
Her fields
through the air in pantyhose
He may be very sexy, or even cute
But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit"
I said, "You need a man who has got
dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
pill the pill was red the pill was blue
And I took a look around this place and I saw you
And I took this pill the pill was red the pill was blue
And I
to the money you can call that shit my wife
I'm smoking weed in Cali two in the afternoon
I'm counting cash in a brand new Lamborghini coupe
I'm making mad money
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