Lyrics:
Beanie soulja on this one nigga
Say it's your boy dexter dey here so o
One by one,aosha le para wa
She bad and she bad
She bad and she bad
She bad
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
Blue Skies I adore you
I was in hell when I was not with you
Shit storm you can float by
Hanging round illuminating everything
Bad thoughts in
enter two by two
And four by four
But we not square I'm sure that boy
What Rinzay "you know that boy"
I get it
Black like cof
the data
Broken home gave dem boys in blue a bad rep
They bangin' red or blue that's all them youngin's had left
The truth is a lot of officers be tryin'
Yeah, I be drippin' like, Boo-Hoo
Leave a print on her ass like I'm Blues Clues
Swipe through the gram, who to choose?
I got so many hoes, I got so
smells like broke in this room
I got a head start to my day course she's gone by noon
She looks nice in nude
She looks better in blue
My guy love the white
and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (yeah)
Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese
hopeless, we would laugh, on the lawn doin' bad
Ayy, ayy, I need some new jeans, I admire your blue jeans
I admire your mood swings, I admire the whole
a better mood by the morning
Fast money
Cars, clothes
Blue hunnids, in a row
Bad b*tches pink toes
Getting money, countin rolls
Fast money
Cars,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your boy Quando and I woke up this mornin'
With all this cash money, I got all this cash on me
New money, blue money, I'm
the cable caught my leg, and, boy, the damn thing bled
Foreman sewed the muscle up with tarp patch thread
Sit me by the camp, gonna have the cook clean pans
HOOK:
Move to the top, Boy, Walkin' By The Spirit
Cannot be no flop boy, preach through that lyric
We gon show em Milly Rock Boy, YOu gon' have
bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by
this bad
Even though she seems so high
He knows that she can't fly
and when she falls out of the sky
He'll be standing by
She was raised in
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
Major Lazer
You find this
Turn up loud
Can't hide from me, me say me born
thru the block til we clear out the scene
Try to run and I'm lettin it squeeze
Got a bad lil bitch and she all on her knees
Beggin, tellin me please
it, that's it
In all his majesty and might, his brilliance and his beauty
His black and his blue
"Boy," still slips from their lips when they
it, that's it
In all his majesty and might, his brilliance and his beauty
His black and his blue
"Boy," still slips from their lips when they
Baby girl she a freak on the weekend
Play for keeps don't do no speaking
Baby girl she a freak on the weekend
Bad bitch with a heart of a demon
Baby
That boy of mine
By my side, the silver moon
And the evening tide
Oh! Some sweet day, gonna take away
This hurting inside
Well, I’ll never be blue
My
Oh that boy of mine
By my side
The silver moon
And the evening tide
Oh some sweet day
Gonna take away
This hurting inside
Oh I'll never be blue
My
praise Him
Vegas I be mandalay'in
Bad bitch condom tastin, 4
5 compilation, never give em conversation
Never give 'em my safe's combination
While I'm
iss goin shoot
You was wrong nigga who
Fuck hoes by the two
Counting paper in the booth
All my hunnids skripped up blue
Niggas hopped on the wave don't
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