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baby money – blue street lyrics

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blue street lyrics
[intro: icewear vezzo]
(d+mn, machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)
yeah

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
spend your record deal on a frozey watch (yeah)
rather get it in the city, the road be hot (road be hot)
was in the feds, we ran him up, he told, he hot
6 mile, yeah, i’m from the east, but had cody thots (hah)
fifty pointers in my neck, look like my chain dance (b+tch)
bust rollie on my arm, this b+tch breakdance (breakdance)
count the money twenty ways, i got eight hands
put a silence on that b+tch, it’s soundin’ like a spray can
that’s three hundred thousand dollars, let the coupe start (skrrt)
we put n+ggas in the blender like a juice bar (b+tch)
i be feelin’ like i’m snoop, pop a blue bar (yeah)
i did two years in the feds, playin’ ooh+wop

[chorus: baby money]
it’s blue tips in the chop, paint the streets blue
they like, “cuz, don’t hang with lames, the streets need you”
i ain’t scared of no souls, them n+ggas bleed too
we’ll spin when necessary if we need to
these n+ggas lyin’ in they songs, i don’t believe you
i got a bag, he got a bag, my n+ggas eat too
he got a pint, i got a pint, my n+ggas drink too
i heard it’s snakes in the grass, we gotta weed through
[verse 2: baby money]
ayy, f+ck a deal, you hear my name without no cosign
47 plain jane, this b+tch joe biden
i just caught ’bout fifty ‘bows, what’s a hundred thousand?
n+ggas only sign them deals when they runnin’ out
a rich n+gga, i can f+ck her once my eyes on her
told me i think that i’m the sh+t, i got flies on me
n+gga spoke down on the gang, then he died from it
i’m out here dwellin’ on the sky, this a skydweller
you in the red, it’s blue tips in my five+seven
send my best guys
your jeweler hammed you, i can tell them b+tches sis
fifty racks, amiri flag on my left side
stop tellin’ n+ggas we up next, b+tch, we got now

[chorus: baby money]
it’s blue tips in the chop, paint the streets blue
they like, “cuz, don’t hang with lames, the streets need you”
i ain’t scared of no souls, them n+ggas bleed too
we’ll spin when necessary if we need to
these n+ggas lyin’ in they songs, i don’t believe you
i got a bag, he got a bag, my n+ggas eat too
he got a pint, i got a pint, my n+ggas drink too
i heard it’s snakes in the grass, we gotta weed through



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