Blue Suede ft. Maxie Lyrics

Yo

Yo

Yeah

Black superhero

John Stewart

Old flow but my rhymes newer

Made a style that they find cooler

Smoking huge

Drinking Don Julr (Or Julio)

Chip got me back in the studio

Threw me a oop

Ricky Rubio

Brazilian hair

Say it make her look beautiful

Brazilian lift

Make her ass and her boobies grow

Brazilian trips

I'mma take on a later date

Right now trying to get my paper straight

Unless we BBQ on Labor Day

Ain't no plastic spoons and paper plates

Ghetto Superstar

They know who we are

Put me on the camera

Like a movie star

I ain't even trying to be Biggie Smalls

But you know I'm reppin in my Coogi hard

With Versace shades

Pocket monster like the Tamagotchi wave

I ain't even with paparazzi praise

Rather chill and get some sloppy toppy bae

I gotta I gotta

I gotta get it

I gotta charge you for verses my ticket

Ain't that expensive pull up to the studio

Or I might email you

Back something vicious

Out The Gate

It ain't a new phrase

But we say it like a new phrase

All these hundred dollar bills in my pocket

Turned my joggers into blue suede

Out The Gate

It ain't a new phrase

But we treat it like a new phrase

All these hundred dollar bills in my pocket

Turned my joggers into blue suede

Out the gate

Give me time Black Bruce Wayne

Got me a dime no loose change

Blowing gas word to Two Chainz

Really a King and my shoes got blue suede

Hella flavor Extra Butter

Grey Poupon dijon mustard

Bulldog like I went to Butler

Stay in lane or end up in the gutter

How you what

Gotta know the game

Blessed not luck

Really out the gate

Crazy how people thinking that you changed

Only dead caterpillars stay the same

I shall remain

To keeping it G

YOU

Not so much

We can see

Difference with ME is I've always been ME

Never switched teams

We living our dreams

This life is a war we don't trip over battles

You ball and then travel

You sound like you baffled

Grew through the gravel

Ray Lew when I tackle

Flow is like fiji

My wordplay is scrabble

Humble and hustle

Doubled up now its daily double

Ice in my veins D. Lo Russell

This off the dribble

And the muscle

(Three One Seven sht)

Nap or Nothing

Young Geniuses

(Young Geniuses)

Shit forever

Three One Seven

Til i'm gone to heaven

Blue Suede

Blue Suede

(Blue)

Blue Suede

Blue Suede

Blue... Suede

Blue

Suede

Blue Suede

Blue Suede

Out the gate

It ain't a new phrase

But we say it like a new phrase

All these hundred dollar bills in my pocket

Turned my joggers into blue suede

Out the gate

It ain't a new phrase

But we treat it like a new phrase

All these hundred dollar bills in my pocket

Turned my joggers into blue suede

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Blue Suede