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Blueberry Lyrics

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

I spread bread like mustard but never trust her
You know im just a hustler caught up like
Im all in trying to triple a
See the thats told get as cold as icicles
I cut 'em off if you question my
Day i rate my mind state mac a trick
all my homies gon call when ready
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 vivid straight up with no
get on her you can roll wit it
Every count we bounce
We count onces to the
Houses from the 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 clouds of
Ima do my bay thang,
Ima mayne, gotta make my change
No time for games hey
on a papa chase
Leavin em got moves to make
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 'cause i smoke alot of
Thats my see I be the no sinner
The rule breaker shaker the goal tender
Getting the suckas letting the cash burn
Im never finish not even after my last
Natural disasters might take boy
No just let me go out in blaze a glory
Helpin kids the bridge it is what it is
Live life with a whole lot of 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 this game for
do the damn till the day I die
Its a cold world baby and im frost bit
So your breath I play death when you talk shit

Man its the fifth wheel, some feel, roll up and kill
I dont trust them motherfuckers all of em hope
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 like a mind
Number 2 pencil is Picasso's
EQ got the rain crushed up
The rush of the blood is a task-force bust

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