Blues Brothers

Oh honey you are so rugged
Rugged, black timbs on look disgusted
Bust it, ski mask rolling on some fuck shit
Rushing, blade on me don't you try to touch it
Fuck it, sing the blues nigga play the trumpet
Low life I cut the lights like its low budget
Stealth in all black but I stomp like I'm clubbing
Fail to react you get smacked out the function
Give trust a dap he in the section and we hustling
Rugged, black timbs on look disgusted
Bust it, ski mask rolling on some fuck shit
Rushing, blade on me don't you try to touch it
Fuck it, sing the blues nigga play the trumpet
Low life I cut the lights like its low budget
Stealth in all black but I stomp like I'm clubbing
Fail to react you get smacked out the function
Give trust a dap he in the section and we hustling
Ay
Bitch I calculated all my moves
Do the math get the groove
Blues brothers with the suits
So crisp off the pot
Hand motions chefing food
Plenty niggas trynna beef I turn a nigga vegetable
And I don't even flex I got a tight schedule
Jetlag checks come fast and bitches sexual
Get the bag bitch I run fast I'm making all the news
You bums mad niggas down bad so get from out the sewer
Had to climb out, get my shine out, niggas wild out
Took a while in the gutter had to get my mind out
Jump from out the roof but I feel like I could fly now
Niggas piss me off know I'm still gon stomp his lights out
No forty in playing yourself accordion
When it rains it pours me and my niggas storming in
Trust build the beat put the beats if you annoying him
Fuck all the talking bitch I'm heated fuck the corny shit
Rugged, black timbs on look disgusted
Bust it, ski mask rolling on some fuck shit
Rushing, blade on me don't you try to touch it
Fuck it, sing the blues nigga play the trumpet
Low life I cut the lights like its low budget
Stealth in all black but I stomp like I'm clubbing
Fail to react you get smacked out the function
Give trust a dap he in the section and we hustling
Rugged, black timbs on look disgusted
Bust it, ski mask rolling on some fuck shit
Rushing, blade on me don't you try to touch it
Fuck it, sing the blues nigga play the trumpet
Low life I cut the lights like its low budget
Stealth in all black but I stomp like I'm clubbing
Fail to react you get smacked out the function
Give trust a dap he in the section and we hustling



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Writer(s): David Viera
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