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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 melt man be dripping of the shelf
But looking hella pretty like my leather buckle
Its a serenity a
My is begging me to change my identity
A four-five
anatomy 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 the birds all sang
I my house shoes like Im part of a gang

I spread bread like mustard but never trust her
You know im just a hustler up like Usher
Im all in trying to a nickel
See the game thats told get as cold as
I cut 'em off if you my analysis
Day i rate mayne my mind state mac a
Knowin all my homies gon call ready
To the P.I's and those pushin raw Eddy
You can give me a update and me "wassup mayne"
Influxuate the paste till its or cupcakes
Its so vivid straight up no gimicks
get on her you can roll wit it
Every minute count we
We count 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 hustler mayne, gotta make my
No time for games hey
State-to-State on a chase
Leavin em got moves to make
Im staying like fly for life
Cant get by to maintain

Oh naw
I done enough, theres more i gotta see
So lord punish me just 'cause i smoke alot of weed
Thats my see I be the no sinner
The rule breaker shaker mayne the tender
Getting the business suckas letting the cash
Im never finish not even after my words
Natural disasters might take boy
No just let me go out in blaze a glory
Helpin cross the bridge it is what it is
Live life with a whole lot of sacrifice to
I dont it
Believe me if god told me its
I hope i served my and he knows I wasnt perfect
Young queez in game for life
Translate do the 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 trust them motherfuckers all of em still
Kay swiss white like coke
And I care about your word I sell dreams and hopes
Man its the buttercup be the focus like a mind reader
Number 2 is Picasso's brush
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 playin hey
on a papa chase
Leavin em laced got moves to
Im staying like fly for life
Cant get by just to