travis porter feat. bandit gang marco – blue flame lyrics
[chorus: strap]
prolly see me two or three ho’s in the blue flame (x2)
[verse 1: strap]
bad att-tude, want a brand new pair of louboutin
b-tch in business school, oooh i like the way you move
i think i’m digging you, i think i’m feeling you
i like them water diamonds, baby let’s go on a cruise
got all the racks on me, got all this act’ on me
you kno we come straight from the streets so in the streets we trap
so no don’t beef with that, f-ck a n-gg- f-ck a sl-t
i smash your baby mama and put my finger in her b-tt
[chorus: strap]
prolly see me two or three ho’s in the flue flame (x2)
[verse 2: bandit gang marco]
bandit! bad b-tch straight from dmv
them my hater n-gg-s fo’ tmz
bk pow what yo lane at
hol’ up, scr-p with the her mat
money too big, money too long
we never carry a watch
when we went broke
them n-gg- h-ll
they like menace to society
hit the blue flame, then meet you back
then they got h-ll of a body
givin’ me h-ll, ridin’ with scrat
he known to carry with the side
dive in the p-ssy, out in ty road
hold it like scotty too hottie
d-mn, i just caught me a body
and i been fresh you were watchin’
(chorus: strap and quez)
prolly see me two or three ho’s in the blue flame
prolly see me two or three ho’s in the blue flame
(i like two or three of em forreal, yeah)
[verse 3: quez]
i do what i gotta do
countin’ up by the pool
pourin’ up dirty sprite
this ain’t dirty mountain dew
pockets fat, make my pants sag
f-ck the b-tch, now i’m mad mad
three b-tch twerkin’ in the car
f-ck around, made the van crash
f-ck around, made the clan mad
black man in the white house
f-cked your girl on a white couch
surfboard make her wipe out
blue flame addict
don’t make go and grab them racks out the attic
i’m a fool, got to have it
twenty racks, let her have it
[chorus: strap]
prolly see me two or three ho’s in the blue flame (x2)
[verse 4: ali]
prolly follow me strap, quez and 2 chainz
prolly in a lamborghini squad it look like bruce wayne
prolly hit up magic city just to get some hot wings
louis wit no shoe string b-tch this ain’t no rap thang
chilling with a cougar, she a booster put her mouth on her
third time that i m-th-f-cked around and through a house on her
cash out on a whip and got it shipped from outta california
b-tch you know i got it on me, i look like a trapper dont’ i?
[2nd chorus: strap]
prolly see me two or three ho’s in the blue flame
on another note i blow a twinkie on a pinky ring
when they on the floor we got em f-ckin wit the campaign
b-tch it ain’t a d-mn thing, b-tch it ain’t a d-mn thing (x2)
[outro: strap]
prolly see me two or three ho’s in the blue flame
when they on the floor we got em f-ckin wit the campaign
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