Lyrics:
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
watching
Jessie to my James we could be like team rocket
All this rain pouring got me holding up my jacket
Only time you getting wet is in the bed when we
a blue sky let the bad times pass us by
You're my everything and I'm so proud I love you all year round
You're a pink cloud in a blue sky let my tears run
mind on my money, I keep my hand on my gunny
Don't get to playin' with sonny, unless you Playboy Bunny
I'll put four in your tummy, tap two in your
I’m in love with you in my mind
In the blue lights, blue lights
In the blue lights, blue lights
Silent shivers down my spine
I, I go to sleep so I can
to handle biz
Speaking ill on my name when you don't even know what I'm about
Loud on the internet but in person they got cotton mouth
Grinding through
Charles if makeup is too hard
You use cheap tricks
My fear lingers for years in kids
My satire of all your tropes
Is taken more serious
Like your cinematic
Dressed in black and white like a domino, facts
Black benz, bitch im counting up all these blue racks
Hop in the lab, cookin it up
I don't relax
Hop
blue racks
Hop in the lab cookin it up, I dont relax
Hop in the lab cookin it up, I never relax
Diamonds dancing exercising doing jumping jacks
Cotton
you turn yourself into a star
Turn myself into a avatar
Put the OG in my 'gar
Take a penitentiary chance
That's a change, eat shrimp, steak, caviar
done with the black cotton mafia. You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She's gone a bit blue around the edges.
rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush
the door please, that doesn't look like a vape sir)
What's that smell in the air, gimme that aroma
Puttin' y'all to sleep with my shitty verses like you're
rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass
pimp game
All my niggas like Rick James
All I hear in your verse is guns
Like all these niggas done murdered some'n
Like all these niggas got stripes for
Decked up in this yellow jumpsuit called skin
Immured in this blue-domed cell with no exit
Vision blurred as tears suffused my eyes
The world was and still
You are my flower drenched in the rain
Guardian angel, you ease my pain
In my safety you mumble your thoughts
Through the dark blue we feel the pull
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
dedicate all of my awakenings to this.
And damn all the angles that opress my sight
I will bleed your heart through a samovar soon.
[captain:] in this
So his family not weep
But the code blue beep
His life was stole for cheap
Now his ole lady can't eat
And his babies can't sleep
Designed by the elite
Cat, blue, piano
Are just some of the things I like
So the more that I see of them in my day
The better I sleep at night
Mum, dad, Giles, (Lizzie)
de way o'de darkies.
You'd better hustle up a storm to sing this Caucasian lullaby.
Sleep oh my darling now sleep.
Draw freehand over Iron
Lighthouses I'm seeing far in the distance
Right after I stepped outta the boat with air maxes, no slippage
Legs quivering but I'm gripping on the rhythm in my
I’m one of one
I can’t even sleep I’m smoking runts
I got GG chiefin out my lungs
Niggas say what they gone do to me
But niggas bums
You could catch me
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