Blues Faces

The devil got a hold on you baby
The devil got a hold on you baby
The devil got a hold on you baby
Your love language talking blue faces
Blue faces
Blue faces

Your legs crossed you must be fancy
Your mama must've raised you classy
Well hi my name Armani I'm that nigga
Yeah well let me tell you how I make this simple
Well I'm worth five stars baby is you spending
Bitch I'm a popstar ain't no penny pinching
I ain't sold Popeyes baby but I got pateks
I ain't no Frank Ocean but I can get you Chanel
Excuse me baby if I sound a little shallow
Mad scientist Burberry on my lab coat
Mixing kratom with them shrooms that's a Kirk Bean
Kill the pussy then I flee like a murder scene

The devil got a hold on you baby
Your love language talking blue faces
Blue faces
Blue faces
The devil got a hold on you baby
Your love language talking blue faces
Blue faces
Blue faces

Say you ain't like all these other hoes you got to come correct
Told him put a watch on it say you want patek
Baguettes on your neck won't accept nothing less
Can't just get her anything yeah she hard to impress
Say she want boss running things Sam Presti
You can see it in her eyes little shawty like finessing
Well baby I'm your vibe I got lies I ain't telling
Different subject I got income baby I got plenty

The devil got a hold on you baby
Your love language talking blue faces
Blue faces
Blue faces
The devil got a hold on you baby
Your love language talking blue faces
Blue faces
Blue faces



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Wallace
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