"Blue Cheese" lyrics
It was 88, happy my mommy ain't smoke no crack
Fiends was sendin' out the lobby late night, my pot was trashed
I was raised around smokers with jobs that put on slacks
Stacey Adams and the Tiger don't work in copper packs
Soda can and the spokes of my tires sound like a Harley
Coke and dope, not the gold, black sheep, think of Chris Fowler
In the Bronx, where the bitch talk like Cardi, these niggas salty
Like Arabia, cookin' for your family, I'm a caterer
Black on black, truck full of headers, park the Mercedes up
I'm one of one, meanin' it's number four and there's none' to come
Christians go crazy for a blue face, a hundred wines, a hundred burns
That's a hundred K, like could you come with one?
It's gettin' colder, niggas lookin' older, when the summer done
Bed a lil' grayer, think you still a lil' player
Tryin' to give his life up to the Lord, say a lil' prayer
Cause the block ain't workin' out, and the cops keep lurkin' out
Find out what this earth about, whenever you're worthin' doubt
I ended up on the wave in the ocean and surfed it out
Ain't no drug worse than clout
They overdosing on lights
Postin' pictures by LaGuardia, never been on no flight
This the life, got rid of my old bitch, now I get new head
Got rid of my old bitch, now I get new head
The liquor store not open, let's hit the bootlag
If it's drama, it's drama, don't matter who bled
The police follow and try to collar, don't do Feds
Blue cheese in a Nike box, took the airs out
Fucked it till her hair's out, only money we care about
I just blew a dime up in Louis, and I ain't wear it out
Pussy know I wear it out, playin' niggas gon' hear about it
Blue cheese in a Nike box, took the airs out
Fucked it till her hair's out, only money we care about
I just blew a dime up in Louis, and I ain't wear it out
Pussy know I wear it out, playin' niggas gon' hear about it
Pussy know I wear it out, playin' niggas gon' hear about it
Blue cheese in a Nike box, took the airs out
Pussy know I wear it out, playin' niggas gon' hear about it
Fiends was sendin' out the lobby late night, my pot was trashed
I was raised around smokers with jobs that put on slacks
Stacey Adams and the Tiger don't work in copper packs
Soda can and the spokes of my tires sound like a Harley
Coke and dope, not the gold, black sheep, think of Chris Fowler
In the Bronx, where the bitch talk like Cardi, these niggas salty
Like Arabia, cookin' for your family, I'm a caterer
Black on black, truck full of headers, park the Mercedes up
I'm one of one, meanin' it's number four and there's none' to come
Christians go crazy for a blue face, a hundred wines, a hundred burns
That's a hundred K, like could you come with one?
It's gettin' colder, niggas lookin' older, when the summer done
Bed a lil' grayer, think you still a lil' player
Tryin' to give his life up to the Lord, say a lil' prayer
Cause the block ain't workin' out, and the cops keep lurkin' out
Find out what this earth about, whenever you're worthin' doubt
I ended up on the wave in the ocean and surfed it out
Ain't no drug worse than clout
They overdosing on lights
Postin' pictures by LaGuardia, never been on no flight
This the life, got rid of my old bitch, now I get new head
Got rid of my old bitch, now I get new head
The liquor store not open, let's hit the bootlag
If it's drama, it's drama, don't matter who bled
The police follow and try to collar, don't do Feds
Blue cheese in a Nike box, took the airs out
Fucked it till her hair's out, only money we care about
I just blew a dime up in Louis, and I ain't wear it out
Pussy know I wear it out, playin' niggas gon' hear about it
Blue cheese in a Nike box, took the airs out
Fucked it till her hair's out, only money we care about
I just blew a dime up in Louis, and I ain't wear it out
Pussy know I wear it out, playin' niggas gon' hear about it
Pussy know I wear it out, playin' niggas gon' hear about it
Blue cheese in a Nike box, took the airs out
Pussy know I wear it out, playin' niggas gon' hear about it
