Chillinit

Blueberry Muffin
Woo, haha This for my fam Every king has a queen, know what I'm sayin' Haha, check, check Like baby, why we gotta trip? Why you bustin' out my grip? Why you cussin' while I drive, just to fuck you in my whip? Smokin' something like my bitch Instead we getting high, then we fight and then we slip Yeah the the fuck's you got's the dip? I ain't got CC's Baby don't be PG, baby keep this R Make a movie, make it 3D I ain't bout the skeet skeet But all them other men are make you cum are getting deep deep I'm pressing 'til your knee's weak, and then you start to see me We got emotional sides, the only differencе we close em' insidе I mean how the fuck you think I deal with pressures I'm 'sposed to provide of a father if he opens his eyes? There ain't no closure in life All we do is pray, and hope we don't die So bredrin, please just check my vocals are right, and this music blow on the mic Pray the lord send me pussy, money, dope in my life I know it's wrong, but baby hope that I'm right, for real Uhh, that's why I take her to the hood Letras de cancionesMaybe show her to my fam, show her Blake is doing good I would chase her and pursue her, ain't no woman like my woman Trust me bro, you know this woman, you would chase her if you knew her Take her on the tour, mix the Bailey's and Kahlua Then fuck her up on the top floor of sold out shows Just to roll another swisher up then roll out smoke I ain't busy fuckin' 'round with these old town hoes no more Country music rap shit Same shit that probably made the 80's do a backflip Same bitch, probably get her' wetter than a baptist Baptise pussy's just to bless it on a mattress like one time Used to ball in the club, now I can't believe we fallin' in love Now I used to hit the plug at late nights, and make the call for the drugs Now I'm home at late night 'case she calls me to fuck And I'll be right there, yeah the pussy tied there Baby, like my hater you know I fuck you right, yeah Now you sayin' I don't give a fuck, well baby I care Always breakin' phones when we argue, get me iCare, like yeah We argue when we meet, then we argue when we leave Now days I get to argue when I'm 30,000 feet, fuckin' WiFi Ment to feel connected, disconnected, this is bye-bye We should take a break from all the bullshit, take a ride by The pot we smoked upon the cliff when it was night time (Fuck that bullshit baby girl, just bring your white wine) From Letras Mania