nolanberollin - blu lyrics
[hook: lil tracy]
my hunnid’ blue, my hair blue i like to match, uh
her -ss look fake, i swear that booty is fat, yeah
goin’ hard in the paint, just like shaq, uh
we on some mafia sh-t boy you can get wacked, uh
a hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’
i got these n-gg-s sad, they cryin’ like they smellin’ onions
i know i make these n-gg- sick, they might vomit
f-ck ’em, run it up
f-ck ’em, run it up
[verse 1: nolan]
my uber driver talkin’ to me ’bout some stocks
i’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ’bout a new glock
i’m in l.a. thinkin’ my next pill to pop
glock hi-tech ’cause it make you drop
yeah n-gg- never been to the six
xans from the internet they come in bricks
lego, i got block, lego, i got brick
ima p-rnstar, i shoot you wit’ the d-ck
half a hydro, whole hydro
glock, it’s a torch, red and burn, pyro
overdosin’ mouth, foam no styro’
my n-gg-s gorillas, i’m baby milo
if a n-gg- talkin’ money that’s where i go
if a n-gg- talkin’ beans that’s what i know
if a n-gg- talkin’ money that’s where i go
if a n-gg- talkin’ beans that’s all i know
[hook: lil tracy]
my hunnid’ blue, my hair blue i like to match, uh
her -ss look fake, i swear that booty is fat, yeah
goin’ hard in the paint, just like shaq, uh
we on some mafia sh-t boy you can get wacked, uh
a hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’
i got these n-gg-s sad, they cryin’ like they smellin’ onions
i know i make these n-gg- sick, they might vomit
f-ck ’em, run it up
f-ck ’em, run it up
[verse 2: lil tracy]
i’m with big e slidin’ in a beamer truck
i got keke palmer money, boy run it up
yeah, big rims on a truck
yeah, i do my own stunts
yeah, f-ckin’ that b-tch who you want
yeah, f-ckin’ that b-tch who you want
mastercard slidin’ buying new sh-t
every other day i got a new b-tch
my hair blue, hunnid’ dollar bill, blue strip
yeah, p-rno sh-t, bussin’ wit a d-ck
tying up my shoes, run it up
you a ratchet -ss b-tch i don’t wanna f-ck
yeah, uh, aye beamer truck
huh, what, yeah we pullin’ up
[hook: lil tracy]
my hunnid’ blue, my hair blue i like to match, uh
her -ss look fake, i swear that booty is fat, yeah
goin’ hard in the paint, just like shaq, uh
we on some mafia sh-t boy you can get wacked, uh
a hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’, hunnid’
i got these n-gg-s sad, they cryin’ like they smellin’ onions
i know i make these n-gg- sick, they might vomit
f-ck ’em, run it up
f-ck ’em, run it up
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