Easton - Blue Streak Lyrics

Lyrics Blue Streak - Easton



Parallel park that foreign
And my passenger gorgeous
Gucci belt holding my .40
Niggaz know I'm armed like the forces
Mobbing like goodie, smoking on cookie
I just made a fortune
Living a movie, hundreds got blue streaks
Just like Martin Lawrence
Water drip off me like faucets
All this ice on me I'm frostbit
Yea a nigga on that boss shit
Some come and step in my office
Big ol' racks I'm bout ball (Tennis)
When I pull up to the mall (Spend it)
Boy u better hide your broad
Got so much sauce they getting lost (In it)
Plane just touch down in Dallas
Know I'm going to the galleria
Keep some racks on me Serena
Yea a nigga paper long Nia
Im the wave stay afloat
So much water I can rock a boat Aaliyah
Diamonds dancing on me ballerina
I be extra dressing catalina
None of my bitches got average features
Spend five hundred on Bally sneakers
Niggas acting like some bitches Madea
All because they bankroll looking bulimic
Money hungry but they don't ever feed it
And they see me and all my dogs eating
I done been the realist nigga since a fetus
And i keep the baddest bitch like Trina
She don't give me nothing but head Beavis
And I can never feel where her teeth is
And I call her Reese's
Cuz she buy me everything off pieces
Cash rule everything around me no peaches
And I bare arms cuz these niggaz be reaching
Parallel park that foreign
And my passenger gorgeous
Gucci belt holding my .40
Niggaz know I'm armed like the forces
Mobbing like goodie, smoking on cookie
I just made a fortune
Living a movie, hundreds got blue streaks
Just like Martin Lawrence
Water drip off me like faucets
All this ice on me I'm frostbit
Yea a nigga on that boss shit
Some come and step in my office
Big ol' racks I'm bout ball (Tennis)
When I pull up to the mall (Spend it)
Boy u better hide your broad
Got so much sauce they getting lost (In it)
Leaving Phipps but I'm just headed to Lenox
Done caught a bitch before i even walked in it
She looking like what I'ma have after dinner
Like how the fuck you fit all that in them denims
Ask around you can check my credentials
Gon be the big dog no matter what kennel
The freshest nigga any where that I enter like dapper dan
Keep them sticks like the taliban
In my bag but I went in my bag again
Five star only it ain't no more Zatarains
Jewlery hitting and I'm up to bat again
I just want a rollie with a dab of ranch
When it come to wave its like tidal swear you cannot ride it
You might want to paddle in
Got the sauce that your hoe wanna dabble in
Say she got a man but she could use a friend
AMG kit on that benz
Nine hundred on Dita lenses
Pray to god for all my sins
I just hope he forgive me
All Im tryna do is win
Big backwood double cup filthy
Know the real niggaz feel me
Parallel park that foreign
And my passenger gorgeous
Gucci belt holding my .40
Niggaz know I'm armed like the forces
Mobbing like goodie, smoking on cookie
I just made a fortune
Living a movie, hundreds got blue streaks
Just like Martin Lawrence
Water drip off me like faucets
All this ice on me I'm frostbit
Yea a nigga on that boss shit
Some come and step in my office
Big ol' racks I'm bout ball (Tennis)
When I pull up to the mall (Spend it)
Boy u better hide your broad
Got so much sauce they getting lost (In it)



Writer(s): Easton


Easton - Blue Streak
Album Blue Streak
date of release
15-08-2018




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