Blu on Blu ft. Roadie Rose Lyrics

Blue on blue

Mother fucker, who are you? (aye)

Withdraw the hundreds

Then we run it to the stu (aye)

Spark this fire in the mother fucking booth (aye)

Feel like Picasso, all this mother fucking Blue

Fly to London, I got UK branded shoes

Catch me stunting on a mother fucking snooze

She gon' fuck me if I take her to a view

Y'all ain't love me 'til I got these fucking blues

She start dumping all that on me 'cause I'm handsome

I'm by the wall with my motherfucking hands up

Lil' shawty trying to call my cellular, I'm occupied

That Guava got me with my thoughts aside

On my mind it's blues

These checks I'm getting soon

Depressed and over-gloomed

With stress and being youth

My brethren's all confused

My head is on a loose

I question my own truth, after stretching out my view

And I'm feeling better off when overwhelmed

'Cause it's honest open air

Im feeling blue, this feeling's true

It's like I'm often unprepared but I got it when aware

This feeling's blue, this feel like blue

Yea

Blue on blue

Mother fucker, who are you? (aye)

Withdraw the hundreds

Then we run it to the stu (aye)

Spark this fire in the mother fucking booth (aye)

Feel like Picasso, all this mother fucking Blue

Fly to London, I got UK branded shoes

Catch me stunting on a mother fucking snooze (damn)

She gon' fuck me if I take her to a view

Y'all ain't love me 'til I got these fucking blues

They ain't love me 'til I got OPM, Ruggo

Me watch you?

Nah, watch these plays...

Million dollar Blue

JAY-Z Blue

Midnight Blue

Roadie Rose nigga

Who the fuck is you?

Bitch bad and I fucked her off the truth

Diamonds VVSes

Blue Moon

Solid Carats, foo

Solid Reputation

Pass it down to Mason

Know they waiting

Never heard of greatness?

Procrastination (look)

Bitch speak from the spirit, I'm the truth

Her proof be God, Chanaenae

I like when Drakeo say it too (look)

My aggression like them Pastors in the Church

High School Drop-out

Never Bragged about my Masters in the Turf

In all Blue

Call me "OG POPPA SMURF"

Too much game in one verse baby it's no need to search (woo)

Blue on blue

Mother fucker, who are you? (aye)

Withdraw the hundreds

Then we run it to the stu (aye)

Spark this fire in the mother fucking booth (aye)

Feel like Picasso, all this mother fucking Blue

Fly to London, I got UK branded shoes

Catch me stunting on a mother fucking snooze

She gon' fuck me if I take her to a view

Y'all ain't love me 'til I got these fucking blues