Lyrics BLUE FLAME. - Eros North , Yung Heat
Telling
me
all
of
your
feelings
Lock
it
all
up
in
a
safe
Wanna
be
clear
I
don′t
need
it
And
you
sure
as
hell
don't
need
me
Walk
in
like
you
are
the
shit
When
bitches
pull
up,
I′m
their
pick
When
bitches
pull
up,
they
hear
it's
Gold
Tongues
And
they
all
line
up
for
a
lick
Now
You
don't
really
want
this
smoke
I
don′t
wanna
make
you
choke
When
you
talking
all
big
like
you
think
you
can
win
If
we′re
talking
facts
you
probably
wont
Cuz
my
girls
and
I
we
can
get
real
petty
We're
too
expensive
that
golden
kitty
And
they
all
roll
with
me
Like
I
got
wasabi
What
can
I
say
Guess
I′m
too
spicy
I
got
that
heat
I'm
spicy
Fan
on
the
flame
I
might
be
You
pay
the
fees
I′m
pricey
You
know
I
want
those
car
keys
Buy
me
those
bags
I
want
em
Look
at
those
jewels
I
want
em
Gimme
the
shoes
I
want
em
All
of
those
stacks
just
drop
em
I
remember
the
days
I
was
broke
as
shit
Was
struggling
I
couldn't
cop
my
some
Nikes
Now
the
boy
stacking
like
a
bag
of
chips
Look
at
my
necklace
looking
so
pricey
Give
me
the
chip
with
the
dip
I
know
they
despise
me
I
know
I′m
making
them
sick
Give
me
some
bacon
and
grits
I
ain't
got
time
for
this
shit
Not
even
a
bit
I'm
gone
far
away
Sipping
on
bombay
Just
made
some
some
andres
I′m
on
even
on
an
off
day
I′m
dark
like
blade
Cops
hate
my
shade
But
bitch
I'm
paid
No
shade
no
hate
my
life
day
by
day
I
got
that
heat
I′m
spicy
Fan
on
the
flame
I
might
be
You
pay
the
fees
I'm
pricey
You
know
I
want
those
car
keys
Buy
me
those
bags
I
want
em
Look
at
those
jewels
I
want
em
Gimme
the
shoes
I
want
em
All
of
those
stacks
just
drop
em
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