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thiller - blu lyrics

[verse 1: sene]
ayo, these stripes on me like three strikes on me
pushing through the city like green lights only
got white homies that will push white for me
cause they know the detects keep the blue lights on me
that’s some other sh*t, to ny, that’s the mothership
must be why i covered it
blunt still burning, tax unpaid
and i’m bout to get a tat that say, “f*ck government”
true meaning of a patriot, atheist
live like ’86, high like ’88
no one got got so i guess it was a good day
and i thank god that i landed in a good place
smoking on a backwood, gripping on a woodgrain
anything to get it, i ain’t еven have to cook ‘caine
i k!ll it and sk!llеt, it’s like a cook’s game
all thriller, no filler when they push play

[verse 2: definite]
no label backing it, financing it with slave money
nine*to*five, whips in the back, could at least pray for me
n*ggas smiling in my face but ain’t sh*t funny
bout the sacrifices i made til i see clip money
count it in stacks, count it exact and it’s it short
survival of the fittest, you get it, n*gga? then this is war
never forgetting what this is for, screaming, “f*ck the world”
digging up in this b*tch until my d*ck is sore
blood, sweat, tears, it drip and pours
shining like that night you had the baddest b*tch
in your life and hit the drawers
mistresses, wh0res waiting on their chances
making advances, hoping a n*gga will answer
like i’ma be they free ride out of this sh*t
feeling like my life’s a cinematic fl!ck, unedited clips
why they stand in my shadow like a solar eclipse?
the sun still shining over you, no longer exist
[verse 3: blu]
uh, it’s that pimp sh*t, hugging on my .9 in my whip sh*t
like all he ever wanted was b*tches since fish sticks
i had the chick in a two*piece biscuit
told suge, “i ain’t signing sh*t less i get rich quick”
my d*ck big as f*ck and i rap though, how that go?
clips kiss my tongue cause my rap flow like a gat blow
calico caliber, clap a rapper like my cali show
collabo? please, the capo
capital cash flow, uh, i take the cab home
crash on that ass that was hot as tabasco
hash and tobacco, splash, play the giraffe’s note
bout to write a book to that last one, yo
what’s up though? can a n*gga get cut
from that cutty up on 81? she said twice a month
d*mn chick, it sound like you don’t like to crush
you get invited to puff soon as i light it up
uh, pure pressure, got pipes to bust
mics to crush, like midas, got the midas touch
them solid gold hoes better step they titles up
my pockets swole, they out there, wide too much
i tell the truth because you lie too much
tell the truth, we the truth, you just lie too much
i ride for n*ggas cause they ride for us
snow chiller, dope dealer, you know
with that .4*4 beam so po*pos don’t k!ll us, n*gga
[verse 4: cashus king]
yo, mert pizzy in this
busy on my grind, jot lines til i’m dizzy
dime pieces wouldn’t hit me, now they hit me on the hip
probably cause my lines mimic the divine jesus
my thesis speaks on how these rappers reese’s pieces
sweet but rap raw, talking on my clan get a glass jaw
each his own, travel to new yiddy, hollered at my folks
copped a couple blizzies cause my nizzy got a reefer zone
i know my soul hot, whole skin covered in holes
soul brother hot as coals, still the hoes jock
go fig, to figueroa, can my folks live?
fro big with an african comb, i’m combs, big
pac, suge, get a smack with the chrome, you pop sh*t
pop should’ve nutted on her lips, you ain’t sh*t
pink slips in the brinks truck, i brainstorm, drink fifths
dreaming of kit*kat with pink lips
i’m on my other sh*t, coach life, trife, that’s the mothership
close from snitching lips, they sink ships
created like the holy lord made it
and me verse the world? that’s a holy war
show us more teacher, it’s coming out my pores
more fire, fire*breather, truly yours (thriller)

- blu lyrics

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