Текст песни 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