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sol chyld - blue magic lyrics

this that chase music
this that sit and blaze to it
this that new generation sh-t
this that momma was raised to this

this that poppa was selling stones
and we grew up in broken home
barely fording what we own
and owning none
and only loaned

government -ssistance
and penny pinching on living
but we can maintain a image
a life we wish we were giving

ouuu mama just got her food stamps
“ouu d-mn”
goes news man
again
there the hooligans
that robbed and k!lled
right by the food stand

this that black music
epidemic of crack music
still effective us that music
bag and sell by the pack music

packing it up
ante up

if you run
i’ma aim at ya

and my n-gga
no amateurs

this that sh-t that they want from us

they gon

ride around on the block
(ou ou)
make sh-t hot
(ou ou)
thing gon pop
(ou ou)
thing gon pop
(ou ou)
mom on block
(ou ou)
crying nonstop
(ou ou)
summer real hot
(ou ou)
baby got shot

this that sh-t that they want from us
this that sh-t that they want from us

this that sh-t
locked on wrist
f-ck for rent
rent got spent
stomach empty
hood look empty
n-gga with me
n-gga with me

this that sh-t
(this that sh-t)
locked on wrist
(locked in wrist)
f-ck for rent
rent got spent
stomach empty
hood look

“i’ve been living off noodles and tune fish for the past 3 three days my n-gga”
“i mean he said he said he ready for the baby
and we still living at his momma house”
“rodney! shirley still selling food stamps?”

yes ms.jenkins
the f-ck you thinking
n-gga dies around this way so ain’t no blinking
it get cold around these parts so bring your blanket
carry the nine
they ain’t no slime
just chase them franklins
benjamin’s
don’t be round here trying to press some b-tton
this just end
half these n-ggas out here probably bluffing
i think
half these n-ggas talk is just worth nothing
shout out to my fam
and all my cousins
hope y’all love it

this that breaking through backdoors
i move sh-t like fast forward
a bop no diddy no bad boy
this some way before that boy
this that f-ck up the black boys
this that booger sugar
that just lit hood up
getting rid of gooder i
and the shoulda would
drinking sugar water
this a nappy head b-st-rd
who ya father
you gooner
you don’t wanna
f-ck with uncle sam
sam you can
kiss my -ss
kick the can
colonize
and start again
this that reganomic
straight in yo face like a comic
where is the change that you promise
hon nest ly
please don’t not f-ck with me
i knuck and buck with ease
freedom no luxury
freedom don’t f-ck me
this is a pimp name sl!ck back
bottom b-tch bring tips back
or get socked like mix match
on the block for his cash
and she selling -ss
or selling stamps
or selling bags
or in the back of paddy wag
i feel bad for the kids had
batter up with a foot on last
amerikkk got a foot up yo -ss
put up a fight or put mag
smith & wesson
bullets blessing
block on block
stain with ketchup
n-ggas catch up
must heard i say
they relish masta
run away slave
what’s your name
the ship moved backward

- sol chyld lyrics

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