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Blueberry Lyrics

I have to blink two times 'cause im shy
I dont eat ice or cherry pie
I make it man it'll be dripping of the shelf
But looking hella pretty my leather buckle belt
Its a a trinity
My legacy is me to change my identity
A infinity
anatomy is sorta like a policy
A termonology
It dont an apology
You the trigonometry
You think can flygirly (?)
get the BDP
Half a
The mongoose while the birds all sang
I my house shoes like Im part of a gang

I spread bread like mustard but could trust her
You know im just a hustler caught up Usher
Im all in to triple a nickel
See the game thats told get as as icicles
I cut 'em off if you my analysis
Day i rate my mind state mac a trick
Knowin all my homies gon call when
To the P.I's and pushin raw like Eddy
You can me a update and tell me "wassup mayne"
Influxuate the paste till its or cupcakes
Its so straight up with no gimicks
get on her you can roll wit it
Every minute count we
We count to the amount
Houses from the account breached up in the
Fly south get the dough in atlanta
I hit the floor and do the Montana

Im to go, leaving clouds of smoke
Ima do my bay thang,
Ima hustler mayne, gotta make my
No for playin games hey
State-to-State on a papa
em laced got moves to make
Im staying like fly for life
Cant get by just to

Oh naw
I aint done enough, theres i gotta see
So lord dont me just 'cause i smoke alot of weed
my apology see I be the no sinner
The rule breaker shaker mayne the tender
Getting the business letting the cash burn
Im never finish not after my last words
Natural disasters might take boy
No just let me go out in blaze a glory
Helpin kids the bridge it is what it is
life with a whole lot of sacrifice to give
I deserve it
me if god told me its curtains
I i served my purpose and he knows I wasnt perfect
Young queez in this game for
Translate do the damn the day I die
Its a cold world baby and im already bit
So save your breath I play death you talk shit

Man its the wheel, some feel, roll up and blow kill
I dont trust them motherfuckers all of em still
Kay swiss white like columbian
And I dont care about your word I sell dreams and
Man its the buttercup be the focus like a mind reader
Number 2 pencil is brush
EQ got the purple crushed up
The of the blood is like a task-force bust

Im going to go, leaving of smoke
Ima do my bay thang,
Ima hustler mayne, gotta my change
No for playin games hey
State-to-State on a papa
Leavin em laced got moves to
Im high like fly for life
Cant get by just to