Blue Room
Your rating:
Chorus: (Until I feel you) Yeah, ten groupies grown, my jury fuck and go Even customs know we get it by the mother low Bang bitches, I gotta count some dough I need that check for choppers, screw that baby, suck it slow! Slow, slow, slow All she’s doing is blow, blow, blow All she’s doing is smoke, smoke, smoke Bitches, all we do is smoke, smoke, blow She get it popping in the Blue Room Easy on that blue bottle, what are you doing? Uh, I talk shit, but seek money flowing School her hard or not, I watch it throw it! Straight round… on the shakers Laughing at these niggas while they’re throwing aces My nigga, I’ll be fresher up on a daily basis That money got me making ..faces Uh, Rose, Perrier by the cases ..on my shit… on my rollies ..on my shit, is big business, bitch! Chorus: (Until I feel you) Yeah, ten groupies grown, my jury fuck and go Even customs know we get it by the mother low Bang bitches, I gotta count some dough I need that check for choppers, screw that baby, suck it slow! Slow, slow, slow All she’s doing is blow, blow, blow All she’s doing is smoke, smoke, smoke Bitches, all we do is smoke, smoke, blow I’m the thrill above thrills, gone with the wind I’m getting mills upon mills With my ride… she popping hills upon hills, I got hills upon hills.. county I make her roll up like wheels That ..that we smoke, man, stronger than some choke slams Should the other take a tomb, stone me yes.. More OZs, cute Bs and LBs Keep my eyes on the dream, and both prologue dreams A hundred wishes and counting Hundred bitches, that’s about it … a couple saying it’s crowded Telling that hoe above her some words I never say Tell a suck a dick, a dick is something worth of Juicy J Chorus: (Until I feel you) Yeah, ten groupies grown, my jury fuck and go Even customs know we get it by the mother low Bang bitches, I gotta count some dough I need that check for choppers, screw that baby, suck it slow! Slow, slow, slow All she’s doing is blow, blow, blow All she’s doing is smoke, smoke, smoke Bitches, all we do is smoke, smoke, blow Sin city in the backroom I’ll be scoring when they count nine… you’re in! My reputation is silent, heard I’ve been talking white Hot tubs, cigars, and Rihanna looking like They’re looking twice, Louis Vuitton… Missing flights, oversleep, and nigga this is the life Hustle, the hood is a lot faster …party swearing, young masters Blue face, nigga, I used to be broke, but now it’s a different day Passport stamps, like a pretty G, huh! Cush blunts with dizzy, that’s after dinner Watch them bitches in my place, counting cash, but chase, nigga Chorus: (Until I feel you) Yeah, ten groupies grown, my jury fuck and go Even customs know we get it by the mother low Bang bitches, I gotta count some dough I need that check for choppers, screw that baby, suck it slow! Slow, slow, slow All she’s doing is blow, blow, blow All she’s doing is smoke, smoke, smoke Bitches, all we do is smoke, smoke, blow
Share your thoughts
No comments here yet... Be the first to give your opinion!