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Blueberry Lyrics

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

I spread bread like mustard but could trust her
You know im just a hustler up like Usher
Im all in trying to a nickel
See the thats told get as cold as icicles
I cut 'em off if you my analysis
Day i rate mayne my state mac a trick
all my homies gon call when ready
To the P.I's and those raw like Eddy
You can me a update 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
minute count we bounce
We onces 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 Toni

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

Oh naw
I aint enough, theres more i gotta see
So dont punish 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 even after my words
Natural disasters might your boy
No doubt just let me go out in a glory
Helpin 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 served my purpose and he I wasnt perfect
Young in this game for life
Translate do the till the day I die
Its a cold world and im already frost bit
So save your I play death when 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 white like columbian
And I dont care your word I sell dreams and hopes
Man its the reece's buttercup be the focus a mind reader
Number 2 is Picasso's brush
EQ got the purple rain 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 for playin games hey
on a papa chase
Leavin em got moves to make
Im high like fly for life
Cant get by to maintain