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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 man it'll be dripping of the shelf
But hella pretty like my leather buckle belt
Its a serenity a
My is begging me to change my identity
A four-five
Anthology anatomy is sorta a policy
A termonology
It dont an apology
You the trigonometry
You can handle flygirly (?)
get the BDP
Half a
The bangs while the birds all sang
I my house shoes like Im part of a gang

I spread bread mustard but never could trust her
You im just a hustler caught up like Usher
Im all in trying to triple a
See the game thats told get as cold as
I cut 'em off if you question my
Day i rate mayne my mind mac a trick
Knowin all my gon call when ready
To the P.I's and those raw like Eddy
You can give me a update and me "wassup mayne"
Influxuate the paste till its or cupcakes
Its so vivid up with no gimicks
get on her you can roll wit it
Every minute we bounce
We count to the amount
Houses the account breached up in the couch
Fly down south get the 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, gotta make my
No time for games hey
State-to-State on a chase
Leavin em got moves to make
Im high like fly for life
get by just to maintain

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

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

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