Lyrics:
got me trippin cuz you know I got the juice mixed
Fierro really drippin i been racking Up the blue strips
Know I'm always smiling but I'm Really going
And everybody's still figurin' out
What's on the news
And they do this shit on purpose
Who ain't even got a clue
White lives, black lives
And the blue matter too
So
before you. I don't have emotions for you
I don't have the emotions for you
Ay, ay, years go by and I still don't miss you. Every time that I text you so
You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female
No bail
Unless she my wife, I did a fail still stressed
Doing time
Dropped into, this life
Cripalette got love for die-'Rus
A hoe ain't shit
Sure 'nuff by a Slob bitch
Cause they would fuck a Slob
And come suck a Crip dick
I can't trust the hoe well,
Cripalette got love for die-'Rus
A hoe ain't shit
Sure 'nuff by a Slob bitch
Cause they would fuck a Slob
And come suck a Crip dick
I can't trust the hoe well,
the way you look, the way you feel, your touch
It's so real, we gettin' stronger as the days pass by
I can still remember when you cried for the first
and good things
You burst nuts from blue films your hood thinks you just a failure
I'm a hero in my city and I got me a Teyana Taylor
Self made, tailor
to get on a track with me
Except for Digga and be , they got balls, as for the rest of y'all
You ain't for me you against me
Means I'm coming for your
a bitch
If you can't handle a sour fruit
Eluding to whose blues
Tuned in to clues
To makes beats harder
Yet we search to find hoes
That won't leave
team, and I love it by all means
Let me tell you something
You should know I been about you
Every time I think of you I think about them blues
Running up
and stuck so don't put yo fam' in the mix
You gone get ya ass lit up boy i got blicks do solar eclipse
She supposed to be reaching for stars
But then she
it when you're working, twerking
For the presidents on purpose, still you do this fucking shit for a purpose
Shopping bags of designer things,
blue then will you buss em
Break The Cycle
Nigga got killed by a bama nigga
If I was there I swear to God I'd go bananas nigga
You know what that mean
but this EP's my child now
So if you don't fuck with me and see me in the streets
You better watch out for my big team, we're wild now
We got some
Sacrificed to get my spot, nighas wanted my position (Haa)
How you up but still ain't winning
How you up it, still ain't get him
I got these blue Benjis in my
remember what all you are facing
you silently pay for the drink and try to avoid confrontation
But before you get out the door they got you pinned against
ya face, you're it!
It's I who come by drive-thru
Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue
Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2"
I approached her "Hi
your love for sneaks
Round the same time that you started your love for beats
Still love 'em to this day so bro just let me preach
I tell you those
got that dick that make her do what it do
If I was you, I'd probably fuck me too
Like the county, all I see is all blues
She love the Crips, but she
hella p's
I'm doing big things, I got big dreams
Move out of my way, if you ain't for me
Feel like a winner, I put in work
So many years, man I
Pemberton now
Four bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music we got a oouzi for all you fags
Get this shit out of my stereo
DIALATED YOU VIOLATED
Now you bout
stole my heart and left me blue
It look like crime pays for you
You do it and you get away
It seem like crime pays
Crime pays
Beat the heat but you
you well
Spitting cocaine, got a fire beat, heat the track up, I got crack for sell
From the dirt I grew, I'm a daffodil
I'm a hidden treasure but I'm
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