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Blueberry Lyrics

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

I spread bread like but never could trust her
You im just a hustler caught up like Usher
Im all in to triple a nickel
See the thats told get as cold as icicles
I cut 'em off if you question my
Day i rate mayne my mind mac a trick
Knowin all my homies gon call ready
To the P.I's and pushin raw like Eddy
You can give me a update and me "wassup mayne"
Influxuate the paste till its cookie or
Its so vivid straight up no gimicks
Gotta get on her you can wit it
Every minute count we
We count to the amount
from the account breached up in the couch
Fly south get the dough in atlanta
I hit the floor and do the Toni

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 chase
Leavin em laced got moves to
Im staying high like fly for
Cant get by to maintain

Oh naw
I aint done enough, theres i gotta see
So lord dont punish me just i smoke alot of weed
Thats my see I be the no sinner
The breaker shaker mayne the goal tender
Getting the suckas letting the cash burn
Im never finish not even 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 dont it
Believe me if god told me its
I hope i served my purpose and he knows I perfect
Young queez in this game for
Translate do the till 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 them motherfuckers all of em hope still
Kay swiss like columbian coke
And I dont care about your I sell dreams and hopes
Man its the reece's buttercup be the like a mind reader
Number 2 pencil is brush
EQ got the purple rain up
The of the blood is like a task-force bust

Im to go, leaving clouds of smoke
Ima do my bay thang,
Ima hustler mayne, gotta make my
No time for playin hey
State-to-State on a chase
Leavin em laced got moves to
Im staying high like fly for
get by just to maintain