Lyrics:
feet got me slipping
Big stocking but you know I ain't pipping
Down with the clique
But aint nobody clicking
In the studio its dark as fuck right now
Im
Boo what it do yeah I'm smooth with the moves
Stackin' my blue and my bills to the roof
Stick to my paper like chili or glue
Watch my clip go silly
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
bills up at the laundromat
Gang runnin' wild I can't talk on the phone
Prayin' to God that it touch down inside the trap don't know the feelin
Turned me
Keep the stick I'll fuck your bitch rhymes
Sickening that you live by such a petty code
Meanwhile I'm ready go when it's tip time; lay it on the line
losing something that you Hold tight
Lost sight on the stage strong till you feel me
I don't know that you got to get it till you bill me
Life line
looking for the money
Just follow
Cant my live my life by the hollow
Real nigga thoughts like Ralo
Ride 32s on a Monte Carlo
Hawk down a rat Gonzalez
Boy
it down bust it down
I'm sipping Lean blowing purp by the pound
Ah fuck it up fuck it up ah throw it back throw it back
And when them haters going ham
the feathered
Veteran with the bread
Or you're going to get chewed up
By the Golden Goose, bruh, cash in the coop
Ya make appearances
Everything I lay down's 24
blue eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new
But with this big band, jumping behind me
Swinging hard, jack, I now I can't lose
When I tell you, all
hit for a large amount
Big bank shawty I came out with blues
I'm high as a bitch pouring Tris by the two
And I'm beating down the trap I think I left
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
statue burns, all packed away, rolled in a bill
All that we done, frozen from the day we fell into big doubts
Our world burned down, big distant sounds,
girl
When you'll be feelin' blue
You'll can't pay your little old bill
With a big old I.O.U.
This dynamite you're playin' with
May be T.N.T.
So
up in a row
Blindfold the crowd, line em up in a row
Rhyme hold em down, line em up in a row
I warn you now clown, here we go
If you gotta get
smoke
Saw her there in a big brown coat
She looked at me with her blue eyes and said "hey boy wanna go for a ride?"
Driving top down ninety five
East
only way I’m showing love tonight
Yea you dead 'em all
Blue faces fall to your sides
I'm just tryna take you home
You already out them clothes
An I know
gotta tell me that you mine
I know it's a line but fuck it I swear to God I (Woah, Yeah)
I wanna know (Yeah)
Is you gon' ride? (Ride!)
Is you gon' stay by
a picnic
Take a clip, bitch
Take a Twitpic,? of a big dick
Talkin' too slick, too quick, to a new bitch
Bitch'll teach a trick to a trick
Have a blue dick
Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash
Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys
Y'all wanna come fuck with
doors
Got my old-school Chevelle and it's ruby brown
And that car make that vroom-vroom, sk...rrrrt sound
When I pass by your place they say, "Turn down
the blue way, I got it tied up
(Tied) big-ass blunts, neph, go'n fire it up
(Fire that shit up, Big Blue)
Nigga, sign with us (yeah)
Thousand for the big
this by mistake
I'm stashing racks inside my safe
I been putting in overtime money call I'm on the way
I was standing on front line I had to go out
Eufala
Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line
Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill
Cooks that crystal meth because the shine
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