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Blueberry Lyrics

I to blink two times 'cause im camera shy
I dont eat ice cream or pie
I make it melt man it'll be dripping of the
But looking pretty like my leather buckle belt
Its a serenity a
My legacy is begging me to my identity
A four-five
Anthology is sorta like a policy
A termonology
It give an apology
You the trigonometry
You think can flygirly (?)
get the BDP
Half a
The bangs while the birds all sang
I wear my shoes like Im part of a gang

I spread bread like mustard but never could her
You know im just a hustler up like Usher
Im all in trying to 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 give me a and tell me "wassup mayne"
Influxuate the till its cookie or cupcakes
Its so straight up with no gimicks
Gotta get on her you can wit it
Every count we bounce
We onces to the amount
Houses the account breached up in the couch
Fly down get the dough in atlanta
I hit the floor and do the Toni

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

Oh naw
I aint done enough, theres more i see
So lord dont punish me just 'cause i smoke of weed
Thats my see I be the no sinner
The rule breaker shaker the goal tender
Getting the suckas letting the cash burn
Im never not even after my last words
Natural disasters might your boy
No doubt just let me go out in a glory
kids cross the bridge it is what it is
Live life a whole lot of sacrifice to give
I dont it
me if god told me its curtains
I hope i served my purpose and he knows I perfect
Young queez in game for life
do the damn till the day I die
Its a cold world baby and im frost bit
So save your I play death when you talk shit

Man its the fifth wheel, some feel, roll up and blow
I trust them motherfuckers all of em hope still
Kay white like columbian coke
And I dont care about word I sell dreams and hopes
Man its the reece's buttercup be the like a mind reader
2 pencil is Picasso's brush
EQ got the purple rain up
The rush of the blood is like a task-force

Im going to go, leaving of smoke
Ima do my bay thang,
Ima hustler mayne, make 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
get by just to maintain