strick - blur lyrics
[chorus: strick]
b-tch asking for a picture but i ain’t got no time to pose
and i jumped right off the porch and i was tryna lift the doors
i got chanel wrapped ’round my wrist, it’s twenty-four karat gold
i don’t pop like bruno mars, your wifey wait for me at home
all the scales in the kitchen but ain’t no fish on the stove, yeah
soon as they rock that gut, they get it in, get it gone, yeah
i been movin’ h-lla fast, man it’s like a blur
ashton paint look like some ice cream, i need two cups and some syrup, yeah
[verse 1: strick]
x poppin’, we so popular, we know
bada bing, her body boom, she need a comb, yeah
bomb p-ssy, might have to take her on the road
her n-gg- lame, he ain’t even chase no check, yeah, tell him ’bout it
just left from coach-lla, i’m pullin’ vibes every song
hundred round sticks, no reload
they be stealin’ sounds but we evolve
made a movie in hollywood, i look like a star, yeah
used to play the background, we made it
she used to be your player, but, now i’m her favorite
eighty, sixty grand, yeah, ysl made it
livin’ for the moment, you catch a case and then you frame it
[chorus: strick]
b-tch asking for a picture but i ain’t got no time to pose
and i jumped right off the porch and i was tryna lift the doors
i got chanel wrapped ’round my wrist, it’s twenty-four karat gold
i don’t pop like bruno mars, your wifey wait for me at home
all the scales in the kitchen but ain’t no fish on the stove, yeah
soon as they rock that gut, they get it in, get it gone, yeah
i been movin’ h-lla fast, man it’s like a blur
ashton paint look like some ice cream, i need two cups and some syrup
[verse 2: t-shyne]
tesla poppin’, and i whip it on my own
still remember, we would trap out mobile homes
in the trap, i had three different mobile phones
they copy drip, i think i gotta hundred clones
water ’round my neck, i turn that sh-t into a island
i never ran in my life, last time was when i heard the sirens
when i’m in the lamb i tell these b-tches give me silence
b-tch, it’s ysl, we don’t ever need no stylist
i’m in california with the next n-gg- ho
me and strick in a bentley, we got tecs in the doors
looking for your b-tch, then why she texting me for?
all my b-tches bad, you can never f-ck with no b-tch, no
[chorus: strick]
b-tch asking for a picture but i ain’t got no time to pose
and i jumped right off the porch and i was tryna lift the doors
i got chanel wrapped ’round my wrist, it’s twenty-four karat gold
i don’t pop like bruno mars, your wifey wait for me at home
all the scales in the kitchen but ain’t no fish on the stove, yeah
soon as they rock that gut, they get it in, get it gone, yeah
i been movin’ h-lla fast, man it’s like a blur
ashton paint look like some ice cream, i need two cups and some syrup
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