J.Blu - BLU Skies (feat. MadMan$av)

Staring at blu skies
I'm bouta get high
Feelin' the breeze
Get into the vibes
My vision clear
I see wit my third eye
Don't fuck around
Mobbin' with my guys
Staring at blu skies
I'm bouta get high
Feelin' the breeze
Get into these vibes
My vision clear
I see wit my third eye
Don't fuck around
Mobbin' with my guys
Put it up in the air
All of my niggas say yeah
Where the cuties in here
The way shorty look it ain't fair, ugh
Fuck that
I want way more than the kit-kat
Tryna get paid that's Fendi facts
Got my Yeezy's on
Fuckin' up the track, yeah
I'm so gone
Far from home
Got vapors inside my dome
In la-la land this my home
Tell momma I ain't coming back home
Nigga all in his zone
Gettin' this cheese like calzone
Not stopping till I out the end zone
I'm top notch like Vlone
Took a trip out to Cali
I'm smokin' on trees
Your bitch ridin' round in a Honda on E
We comin' up next
You niggas gon' see
Cartier frames I'm watchin' 3D
These diamonds is yellow
And pissy like pee
Your bitch on her knees
Cause I told her to clean
If she off perks I feel like a feen
Smellin' like cookies
When I'm on the scene
I'm with the gang
Can't get in between
Totin' them sticks
Like we the marines
My bitch hate me sober
She say that I'm mean
So I roll me a wood
And pop me a bean
Then she hop on the dick
Just like trampoline
Spittin' real shit
This ain't fake-believe
This ain't fake believe
And I'm goin' harder than a brick
Only bad shorties on my dick
Look the other way
If she ain't thick
Only like the nugz if they stick
Staring at blu skies
I'm bouta get high
Feelin' the breeze
Get into the vibes
My vision clear
I see wit my third eye
Don't fuck around
Mobbin' wit my guys
Staring at blu skies
I'm bouta get high
Feelin' the breeze
Get into these vibes
My vision clear
I see wit my third eye
Don't fuck around
Mobbin' wit my guys
Who are you
Who the fuck you think you talkin to
I got niggas that'll really shoot
Light it up like a carnival
I'm warning you
Niggas really go barnacles
Leave you chinky yo
Like Chinese hoes
I got too many flows, yea
Hittin' the scene
Jewelry mean
Shades clean
Chasin' the blues like a feen
Givin' pretty hoes the peen
This my team
On a scheme
We gon' win
Staring at blu skies
I'm bouta get high, yea
G-g-get into these vibes
Mobbin' wit my guys, yea

Written by:
Christian Johnson-Williams, Savon Anderson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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