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tr3 taylor – blues & pinks lyrics

this is how you turn a dream to a pyramid
bank account benefits, houses that we livin’ in
counted out a hundred times, now i finna spazz
two shots to the seventeen, doin’ my dance on them
sorry, grandmama, they don’t hear you when you’re humble
lead the sheep to the water, they gon’ thank me when it’s over
you know you strugglin’ when prayin’ for that roach blunt
our only trust fund was scammin’ through a gofund
lil’ mama wanna talk signs and her birthstone toxic
th+rn on my side, lil’ red rose
all she want is hard d+ck and a plate
champagne, catch a plane, vacate
and celine, mhmm
her face card on, f+ck do you mean?
i got morе than rap tricks up my sleeve
took some hush money just to keep a blindfold
i havе not seen ‘nere n+gga trapped, sir
what stove?

yeah
so who slept on me, huh
i heard you slept on me
had some close friends, disrespect me
b+tch, you better wake your ass up, hoe

all these new artists all sound the same
scared to switch lanes, buddy, i’m just sayin’
not throwin’ shade, this is part of the game
how you lit on tiktok, but gettin’ booed off stage, p+ssy
shawty try and f+ck me for my wallet, i won’t pay for it
lost every penny last time i put this cape on
fluk, fluk, fluk, fluk, fluk, stay dangerous
street codes, lost dna on the pavement
juvenile, he can steal a kia with a usb
juvenile, trap this b+tch out, no vacancy
man of my people, show love, please don’t play with me
cause you can get it however you want it, like i’m catering, p+ssy
yeah, so who slept on me
i heard you slept on me
i had family disrespect me
you better wake your ass up
i don’t wanna hear ’bout no new favors over a phone call
lend my hand to him, got c+cky and cut my arms off
d+mn, bro, i done forgot what the f+ck i was sayin

two bl!cks, i’ma shoot the whole block off
hit the b+tch, i’m just tryna get my rocks off
the little b+tch start playin’, get crossed off
call lil’ name, then i told him, get em knocked off
thumbin’ through blues & pinks, i’m thinkin’ they poke cards
got b+tches linin’ up like muslims at the taj mahal
always know i give good d+ck and then i get her off
this b+tch out here tradin’ teams, i’m thinkin’ she chris paul
i’m standin’ on my money and i’m nine feet tall

yeah, so who slept on us
better watch your girlfriend cause she messy
she tryna f+ck with me

can’t stay here, better wake your ass up hoe
wake yo ass up hoe
you gotta get up outta here
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, uh+oh

- tr3 taylor lyrics

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