lirik lagu flacko eddie - bluejay
[hook]
blue jay hit or dash
want to find the bread
come around and ask
look at that -ss
she ain’t got no cl-ss
homie finna tap
hit that from the back
line kinda wack
either way it smacks
get that on track
do your crack dance
like the money man
getting all snacks
money really talks
racks for her -ss (b-tch)
[verse]
runnin’ runnin’ on da track and field (yeah)
pull up with nothing now was da deal (ok, ok)
off that work yeah we making mills (yuh)
i ain’t stuntin just making deals (sheesh)
take off your chain and buy something real (b-tch)
playing your game a spin of wheel (yeah)
you finna die or be for real
these streets ain’t your friend get a life you feel? (huh)
posing posing for the pic fl!ck (hol’ up, hol’ up)
wait a minute keep a real fit (yeah)
hop on my wave keep it real sl!ck
show me something beside cash b-tch
making moves n-gga playing my chess (aye)
got your queen all over my chest (aye)
f-ck around and straight up got pressed (yuh)
ain’t no rest
you a pest
all depressed
that’s my queen
got some breast
there the best
eating good
it’s a fest
not the food
but the breast
looking good
it’s not a test
so don’t stress
you’re the best?
you’re the guest
get my sh-t
and the rest
unpredictable sh-ts like an edible
everyone acting like they so incredible (b-tch)
you claim your the sh-t but you’re so skeptical
you’re getting money man that is hysterical
stop recording your life that sh-t is terrible
your so regrettable
mixing these chemicals
claiming is medical, ouu
p-ssy boy sensible (sheesh)
sh-ts getting heavy
as i grow older trynna make it
b-tch im ready, you ready?
color code trendy
p-ssy -ss n-ggas moving in a squad
fight one b-tch is h-lla messy
you stupid -ss n-ggas ain’t tough by yourself
you steady?
jeans looking clean
blue line in between
white tee how you see
want to screen
no shot
no scene
hold your green and your lean
healthy n-gga how i be
late teens
want my genes
pretty queen
make your fit look so gleam
then again it’s a dream
[hook]
blue jay hit or dash
want to find the bread
come around and ask
look at that -ss
she ain’t got no cl-ss
homie finna tap
hit that from the back
line kinda wack
either way it smacks
get that on track
do your crack dance
like the money man
getting all snacks
money really talks
racks for her -ss (yeah hoe)
[outro]
shoutout tono in this b-tch
bumping my sh-t what it is, yuh
you feel me?
go stupid in this b-tch
over, over
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