Lyrics:
That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new
But with this big, fat band, jumping behind me
Swinging hard, Jack, I know I can't lose
When I
at blue bills
My kidneys they beggin they me tellin' me chill
Copin with Ritalin keep poppin' these pills
I just popped a twenty I need me a ten
I'm
live nobody live
This is to my AK totters, money bill folders
Bad bitch soldiers, whips wit big motors
On the low for years, the Feds can't decode
half a line
By myself on the Metro line
With the blues kicking in my brain
I'm trying to feel sane
Not the person I became
And I love it
And i love it
down to tie the laces
Of my shoes
We were tangled up in blue
I know I know I know
she lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you'd
my physique, said these bitches weak
You move like a Rainbow, I move like Boutiques
I want the Gucci dripped down to my feet
Need water blue diamonds
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
I'm drillin
To a greater worth and
Take my purpose to some
New heights New Times
Black clothes Blue Lines
Grow high Smoke trees
Blow like we don't
brought a lite 50 (250)
Blue faces, bills plenty
Shoot 'till it's empty
Clicky
Your wifey was icky vicky
So I put it on her titty uh
She try to line me
around me now
People trying to drag me down
Hated by like half my town
Cause they can't match my sound
Yeah couldn't last one round
So I gotta burn one
the die
Why do I lie when I'm scared to fly
Cause I'll never get high if I'm standing by
When the blue gets bluer
And the red feels hot
When
spot
Ya girlfriend on the line like, "Bitch, you thought" (Bitch, you thought)
I said, your girlfriend on the line
You tell her you alright, and she
That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new
But with this big, fat band, jumping behind me
Swinging hard, Jack, I know I can't lose
When I
needs some T 'n A
Now you can dick but you can't get no DNA
I heard you was a big freak
(Can I hang?) Bitch look down I got some big feet
I like Mike
down - I got some big feet
I like Mike and Ike's
I like watchin' dikes
I like goin' to fights
I like earnin' my stripes
In the book of life
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
no credit, I'm a cash kinda guy
With my stash kinda high, still the girlies pass by
You know why? Cause I'm a Raider of this Lost Art
Played a big
Nigga, hit they block, where them pussy niggas at
Two nines on the front line like I'm sapp
Big sacks, we gon' bring them quarters back to the track
be no holes left to dig not a single bill due
No answering to the man
No Monday mornin' blues
By the time that I wake up the work day'd be through
Man
I'd put it away in a second just to make a hit record
Dre's new nuclear weapon always at your service
Sign on the dotted line, hit the big red button
Uh
Yo yo yo, yo
I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills
I've been to mushroom
But he never got very big
We called him shorty but he never got mad
He was always good for a dig
And we paid no mind when he fell in line
And left
The kid down the street mowes the grass every week
The neighbor next door fixed the roof where it leaked
Job's going fine and the bills are all paid
to help
The bad reflection came from one's actin' by themself
Blue hoodie with the cap pulled down, yeah
Popped a neighbor just to cruise in their Crown
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