BLUE CHEESE (feat. Zaire & Tyme)

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4k on the jeans, pockets full of blue cheese, 4k Caught up backstage with the groupies
I'm the same nigga walkin' in chains, gon' bust I'm the same nigga, that your baby mama
Wanna f*ck, I'm the same nigga never fold I'm never
switchin' up And I'm movin' kinda slow, cause it's muddy in my cup

And my bitch real bougie, but she slidin' with a rash
Got cash in the back and I'm really out your  Back
Got a crown on my head, so a bitch call me Your majesty
Rich don't froze like a bitch, that's Alaska

F*ck her on the camera, niggas don't know Where the mask is
Doin' marathons, think I'm bout to overlap them
Trapped in a muthafucka, tapped in On the Court ballin' like a muthafucka, packed
In F*ck the paparazzi, see the fans, gon' attack

Him All you say you tough, make me mad by the
Tap dance
I'm a boss in this bitch and they know it And I'm a rich young nigga on shore
Give me the G to the fed on the floor Won't not Be smokin' that time I enjoy

Got me a bougie bad bitch, she ain't born Took In Miami, she thought we were torn
Might get the signal on a bitch like Ed Sheeran Nigga keep me up now, hope you got insurance
And I get to talk to the head like a certain old gang
Money, power, respect, and my name Price on His head, two-three to the brain

I'm young, fresh, but I'm reckless
And I be puttin' these diamonds on, yeah, yeah I be puttin' design on, yeah, yeah
I be pourin' up styrofoams, yeah, yeah In the Hills, I'm high and I'm drunk, yeah, yeah
4K on the jeans, pockets full of blue cheese 4K Caught up backstage with a groupies

I'm the same nigga walkin' in chains, gon' bust
I'm the same nigga, that's your baby mama Wanna f*ck
I'm the same nigga, never fold, I'm never switchin' up
And I'm movin' kinda slow, cause it's muddy in My cup

And my bitch real bougie, but she slidin' with a ratchet
Got a cash in the back and I'm really out your bracket
Got a crown on my head, so a bitch call me Your Majesty
Rich don't froze like a bitch that's Alaskan F*ck A ring camera, niggas don't know where

The mask is Doin' marathons, think I'm bout to Overlap
Trapped in a muthafuckin' tap dance On the Court ballin' like a muthafuckin
Pac-10 Heard the paparazzi, the fans gon' attack
Him All you say he tough, nigga made by the tap

Dance I'm retiring, I don't need no ratchet
Just keep stackin' I don't need love, just heavy My Benjis
Niggas want beef, I walked in the church with My muthafuckin' piece
I'm like, bro, please forgive me Can I be honest

I gotta check on your mileage, boy, I throw Racks in the club
She on the runway, I heard she f*ck on her stylist
I told my bro, that's a dub I'm not offended, That's why I don't need
Permission Niggas don't show me no love

Send me an alley, I might pull up late I'm doin' Missions, I'm doin' drugs
Top of the door, man, I ain't on no drugs I got Power, I know I tap and it turn up
All my hacks to the niggas, so bitch, pack me up
She a hotmaiden, shawty, she like, wipe me up

At this party with thotties, put ice in my cup
I've been lost in my thoughts, I've been Drownin' too much
But I splurge on her, bitch, that blue cheese Pick me up
That blue cheese whip it up, I'm a fiend for Them buds like

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