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toure - 50 all blues lyrics

[intro]
yeah
right

[chorus]
n+gga, i ain’t goin’ back broke, f+ck i look like?
oh, you f+cked up your last batch, i’ll show you how it cook right
p+ssy, money, murder, i could write a whole book, right?
fifty, all blues, sh+t exactly what it look like

[verse 1]
don’t be drinkin’ out that sprite it got a tre in it
yeah, dissin’ on my dead, you made your bed, you gotta lay in it
let’s break the bed, let’s make these neighbors know my name, i’m goin’ tre in it
took a honey pack, it’s lit, you know i’m spendin’ all day in it
with a civilian ’round the guys and she ain’t know, she just was sayin’ sh+t
b+tch, give me the opps, that boy an opp, don’t just be playin’ sh+t
i green light him, i’m the one that be okayin’ sh+t
if he ain’t mean what he said, why he sayin’ sh+t?
yeah, all fall, all winter, all spring
man these n+ggas like my kids, n+ggas like my offsprings
n+ggas give me eyewitness, say they seen the whole thing
man, this hollywood sh+t tricky, i’ll tell you the whole thing
i just was with a b+tch, she did a line through her nose ring
got a b+tton, you just tap it, it let off the whole thing
the trap slow, i know these samples gon’ make the phone ring
if rap slow, i pick this phone up, go do my own thing
[chorus]
n+gga, i ain’t goin’ back broke, f+ck i look like?
oh, you f+cked up your last batch, i’ll show you how it cook right
p+ssy, money, murder, i could write a whole book, right?
fifty, all blues, sh+t exactly what it look like
n+gga, i ain’t goin’ back broke, f+ck i look like?
oh, you f+cked up your last batch, i’ll show you how it cook right
p+ssy, money, murder, i could write a whole book, right?
fifty, all blues, sh+t exactly what it look like

[interlude]
fifty, all blues
i don’t even need no counter or nothin’, n+gga, i might could run through this sh+t like fifteen minutes tops (fifty, all blues)
n+ggas got me f+cked up, this ain’t my first time havin’ this sh+t
i’m draggin’ on y’all n+ggas all year, you heard me?

[verse 2]
i let it sneeze like, “hachoo,” got b+tches on the block too
she like, “them other n+ggas cool, boo, but they just not you”
i got these n+ggas cliquin’ up like, “bro, your opp my opp too”
like, “we only got one b+tton, so your glock my glock too”
them n+ggas broke, i pop out in this yellow lam’ like pikachu
but deep down, i want rolls, i’m thinkin’ ghost like peekaboo
lil’ bro ain’t never had no money, he ask me, “what i need to do?”
i told him go get you some pints, when i get back, i need a few
[chorus]
n+gga, i ain’t goin’ back broke, f+ck i look like?
oh, you f+cked up your last batch, i’ll show you how it cook right
p+ssy, money, murder, i could write a whole book, right?
fifty, all blues, sh+t exactly what it look like
n+gga, i ain’t goin’ back broke, f+ck i look like?
oh, you f+cked up your last batch, i’ll show you how it cook right
p+ssy, money, murder, i could write a whole book, right?
fifty, all blues, sh+t exactly what it look like

[outro]
fifty, all blues, sh+t exactly what it, yeah

- toure lyrics

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