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Blues (Explicit) - G Herbo/Future
Lyrics by：Herbert Wright/Nayvadius Demun Wilburn/Jacob Canady
Composed by：Herbert Wright/Nayvadius Demun Wilburn/Jacob Canady
ATL Jacob
Ayy
ATL Jacob
I'm a street ***** that got rich
I made curves off a brick
See a ho' and hit the curve
What's the word
Money ain't swerve
**** and crack I used to serve
Not like rappers 'cause they nerds
My ***** snappin'
Need a purse
Give her racks
She on my nerves
Get it back
I hit the stu'
Daily trapped in with the crew
Ayy
Keep my savage in the coupe
Two ratchets wit' the screw
I'm in Saks
Just spendin' sacks
Got patent on my shoes
Ain't nothin' happenin' in the 'Raq
The Caddy bulletproof
Ayy
Drac' go hackin' 'em like Shaq
Grra
We whacked him 'cause he lacked
Whacked
Bad ***** all on my lap
Speak Latin and she act
Beat and crashed it off the yak
Took traction off the trap
Bein' broke
That **** was whack
I ain't never goin' back
*****
Blues stacked on blues
Racks
Money went in my veins
Pluto
Tiger face in the prejudice
Could've bought him a pay
Pluto
Bust it down
Got rockstars
**** helped to fit us
Yeah
Cookin' ****
Hit with a mask on
Mask
Cold-hearted
Lotta tats
Cold
Swerve on 'em
Just wept
Swerve
Give a *****
Who ain't a lesbo
Lesbo
Put a bag on your block though
Block
Call the stash to them other ****
Woah
Murder case off a mumble phone
Murder
Drive past and knock the door down
Skrrt
Body bag
It takes a cold world
Syrup
West *****
Cosa Nostra
Fifty thousand in a Burberry stone
Burb'
Gave it all to the savage
Savage
Tippy toein' on the mumble phone
Tip
Like a ballerina wearin' Chanels
Chanels
I'm snatchin' models out in traffic
Traffic
Snipin' ******* like I'm sexy
Sexy
A freak ***** and she sexy
Sexy
I just re'd up
G-Wagon
Wagon
Do a mil' ticket on the tragedy
Woo
Put gold vanillas on the camera
I got it
I've been ballin' on 'em like an athlete
Ball
Gotta squeeze the clip for my integrity
Ah
AK's right next to me
The whole gang off ecstasy
Your ho's exchange with me sexually
Lotta gold chains
Blue checks with me
I'm a renegade
Ain't no checkin' me
And everybody in the 'Raq know
Know that
I been ****** all the 'Raq ****
Phew
Left the club in a black Rolls
A ***** tweet
Get blammed up
We done closed all the back doors
G-Wag' and a Lamb' truck
Swerv' already got those
Blues stacked on blues
Racks
Money went in my veins
Pluto
Tiger face in the prejudice
Could've bought him a pay
Phew
Bust it down
Got rockstars
**** helped to fit us
Yeah
Cookin' ****
Hit with a mask on
Mask
Cold-hearted
Lotta tats
Cold
Swerve on 'em
Just wept
Swerve
Give a *****
Who ain't a lesbo
Lesbo
Put a bag on your block though
Block
Call the stash to them other ****
Woah
Murder case off a mumble phone
Murder
Drive past and knock the door down
Skrrt
Body bag
It takes a cold world
Syrup
West *****
Cosa Nostra
Cosa Nostra
