paroles de chanson Blue Collar - Teezo

Sit up in my office while I think about the bag
How much will it cost just to get me in a jag
And it's sad
Like this never ending nag
You better not cross me I been thinkin real bad
Lil' bitch
I been thinking real fast
Brodie in the bushes and you know he got a mask
Like a thief in the night we been running to the cash
Police right behind me and they been always on my ass
But it's fuck them pigs cuz they don't know how to act
All they wana do is make the black feel blue
No it's not new and ain't a damn thing over
Speed off in the range thats a real Range Rover
(Come on man)

Ugh, man you know how I'm comin
Talkin that shit man you know I ain't runnin
Talkin out yo ass then them real hollows commin lil bitch
Out the fat foe fizzy
Cruisin down yo hood and I'm bout to get busy
Brodie by my side and you know he got a Nicky
And It's bout to get real man it's bout to get sticky
Nigga hold on
You been slippin like frozone Brodie go long we can't stop we in our go mode
Big booty bitch answer the doe with her robe on
Whip on the flo' I been ridin like a cholo lil Nigga (My vatos)
Well you better catch up
Movin so slow we gon leave you in the dust lil bitch
I don't know what is trust
Talkin out yo ass man you know I'm bout to bust
And it's all on yo bitch
Talkin all that shit man you know ion trip
Ima get even ima do it real greasy
Do it real nice bitch I do it real easy ugh
Now don't get to callin me sleazy
Most of the Niggas they been callin me teezy
Because all of that greenie right next to my weenie
You can call me a fiendy cuz I been chasin a bag
Do it real fast cuz I want it real bad
Do it for my dad cuz my nigga got took
Talkin out yo ass you the next in the book
I been chillin wit my niggas know we never shook
(Outta here, lil hoe, bring me my dough)