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All These Blues
DB.Boutabag
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If I was worried bout that bitch I would've been broke
Eleven hunnid in eleven hunnids what it's hittin' for
I prolly lost a couple bitches off that intro
But I ain't trippin', fuck around and get like 6 more
All these blues on me niggas thought I was from 6-0
I smoke klock in this bitch feelin' like big smoke
Niggas try to tell me turn it off that was a big joke (big joke)
Yo' bitch wanna spend the night I told the bitch no
I need some chips I'm finna geek up (I'm off this shroom nigga)
Said you was gon' do what to who, nigga speak up
Broke niggas cryin' bout the bitch I'on't give three fucks
Brodie caught him at the drive-thru he is fucked
Bitches catch me at the gas station, he is icy
RTA jeans and Off-White mixed with the Nike
Thirty thousand cash in this rental, I ain't got no klock
We needa turn this bitch around I gotta make a stop
Only catchin' fades wit' the homies, we ain't finna box
My life's a movie no red box
Bitch these Christian Louboutin no dead stock (no dead stock)
Put me a broke bitch couldn't get ahead, nah
If I was worried bout that bitch I would've been broke
Eleven hunnid in eleven hunnid what it's hittin' for
I prolly lost a couple bitches off that intro
But I ain't trippin', fuck around and get like six more
All these blues on me niggas thought I was from 6-0
I smoke klock in this bitch feelin' like big smoke
Niggas try to tell me turn it off that was a big joke (big joke)
Yo' bitch wanna spend the night I told the bitch no
Ice off a lotta bracelets on my wrist (it's finna freeze off)
Fresh off a lotta cheese I'm finna break out yo' bitch
My first dose wit the shrooms, baby eat this
Foreign loaves in the driveway, no cheese whips (skrrt)
Frenchies runnin' round the crib got me mad as fuck (mad as fuck)
Charged those lil' puppies from the drop, nigga add me up
I could put a million in a mutt niggas mad as fuck
Her uncle hatin' on this bag I gotta fuck Vanessa
I could make the foreign drive itself nigga fuck a Tesla
Three years, two hunnid songs, bands in my fuckin' dresser
All I do is spend money when I get to stressin'
Nigga do my dougie, hit the intersection
I made a hunnid racks already, time for tennis lessons
I ain't even wanna rap today where's my two bands
Niggas out here really ain't your mans I can name two friends
And I cut the bitch off over a few bands (over a few bands)
If I was worried bout that bitch I would've been broke
Eleven hunnid in eleven hunnid what it's hittin' for
I prolly lost a couple bitches off that intro
But I ain't trippin', fuck around and get like six more
All these blues on me niggas thought I was from 6-0
I smoke klock in this bitch feelin' like big smoke
Niggas try to tell me turn it off that was a big joke (big joke)
Yo' bitch wanna spend the night I told the bitch no
I need some shrooms I'm finna geek up
Said you was gon' do what to who, nigga speak up
Stop cryin' 'bout the bitch I'on't give three fucks
Catch him at the gas station he is fucked
Nigga he is icy
Off-White mixed with the Nikes
I gotta make a stop
Catch him at the drive thru he is fucked
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