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shad da god - blue strips lyrics

[intro]
run that money counter, baby
ayy, who the f-ck is narquise?

[chorus: shad da god]
i didn’t give that b-tch one blue strip
n-ggas know loose lips sink the ship
’cause that fn packed, b-tch got blue tips
and the f-ckin’ bankroll big, and i can’t grip
yeezy boots on, they got no slip
got a hand on her throat, she’s a freak b-tch
she can smell the f-ckin’ money if her nose workin’
she saw the bankroll pokin’ out and them diamonds twerkin’

[verse 1: shad da god]
she saw the bankroll pokin’ out and them diamonds twerkin’
green tips in the ar-15 and we lurkin’
i got the drop on the purple, the dope workin’
the trap workin’, i’m in my motherf-ckin’ birkin
poppin’ the pills and the racks, i’m feelin’ like swag surfin’
i sent this sh-t through the mail, it touched down and i got to servin’
yeah, whip gon’ swerve you back in the lane when you swerve
bankroll mafia, now n-ggas ’round here rockin’ the same chain

[chorus: shad da god & lil keed]
i didn’t give that b-tch one blue strip
n-ggas know loose lips sink the ship
’cause that fn packed, b-tch got blue tips
and the f-ckin’ bankroll big, and i can’t grip
yeezy boots on, they got no slip
got a hand on her throat, she’s a freak b-tch
she can smell the f-ckin’ money if her nose workin’
she saw the bankroll pokin’ out and them diamonds twerkin’ (keed, talk to ’em)

[verse 2: lil keed]
yeah, yeah, see these bankrolls pokin’ and these diamonds twerkin’ (say what?)
and my young ho only nineteen, but she a real squirter (okay, okay, sh-t)
and the trap don’t got no screen, sh-t, we still servin’ (got no screen, n-gga)
yeah, b-tch, we slimin’ sh-t, we in our motherf-ckin’ birkin (let’s go)
(these young n-ggas actin’ like hoes)
bankroll mafia gettin’ all the loads
water by g, diamonds wet like a pool
i put them pointers on, rock out the shows
where i’ma go, i don’t know
stay on my team, they ride with the pole (stay on it)
no, i’m nothin’ like you (woo)
we slappin’ tints on the coupe
shad, what it do?

[chorus: shad da god & lil keed]
i didn’t give that b-tch one blue strip (okay)
n-ggas know loose lips sink the ship (go)
’cause that fn packed, b-tch got blue tips (skrrt, skrrt)
and the f-ckin’ bankroll big, and i can’t grip (let’s go)
yeezy boots on, they got no slip (talk to ’em)
got a hand on her throat, she’s a freak b-tch (shad, talk to ’em)
she can smell the f-ckin’ money if her nose workin’ (smell it)
she saw the bankroll pokin’ out and them diamonds twerkin’ (okay)

- shad da god lyrics

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