Blue Homies
I'm not tryna fuck with too many niggas, I cool out and I vibe
She said she ain't never seen this before, well it's cool baby, just ride
And I ain't really beat for all the beefing shit I probably kick her out if we fight
Yeah like it's cool baby, you right, Just got approved for your next flight
Send a bitch home, I ain't really trippin' Made the bitch drool on the first night
And I'm a stone cold young stunna, I pull that tool, it ain't no fight
She finish her food and she ride bikes It ain't no rules, this is my life
And I swear every day a nigga living I keep that tool right on my side
That's 'cause I'm ridin in my new whip, feelin' like a pop star
I know they don't like me, that's why I stay rock hard
I can't let them knock me off this path, I gotta prosper
But I don't let it phase me, I stay fryin' like a rasta
Range Rover cool whip, that's just for the weekend
Pick you up on cool shit, we be steady creepin
I be with my niggas and we never 30 deep And we ain't for all the static, but we very good on defense
Pull up young stunna, she said I'm too 100
I let her get me right, but she know that I do not want her
I wake up and just wonder, I miss my niggas
Used to wish that I could join em, but I was trippin
I got big dreams, big plans and shit I gotta do
So if you standing in my way, then bitch, I'm running right on through
I can't never let no other nigga tell me what to do
That's why I never pick the set, but all my homies bangin' blue
Pick the set, but all my homies bangin' blue
She said she ain't never seen this before, well it's cool baby, just ride
And I ain't really beat for all the beefing shit I probably kick her out if we fight
Yeah like it's cool baby, you right, Just got approved for your next flight
Send a bitch home, I ain't really trippin' Made the bitch drool on the first night
And I'm a stone cold young stunna, I pull that tool, it ain't no fight
She finish her food and she ride bikes It ain't no rules, this is my life
And I swear every day a nigga living I keep that tool right on my side
That's 'cause I'm ridin in my new whip, feelin' like a pop star
I know they don't like me, that's why I stay rock hard
I can't let them knock me off this path, I gotta prosper
But I don't let it phase me, I stay fryin' like a rasta
Range Rover cool whip, that's just for the weekend
Pick you up on cool shit, we be steady creepin
I be with my niggas and we never 30 deep And we ain't for all the static, but we very good on defense
Pull up young stunna, she said I'm too 100
I let her get me right, but she know that I do not want her
I wake up and just wonder, I miss my niggas
Used to wish that I could join em, but I was trippin
I got big dreams, big plans and shit I gotta do
So if you standing in my way, then bitch, I'm running right on through
I can't never let no other nigga tell me what to do
That's why I never pick the set, but all my homies bangin' blue
Pick the set, but all my homies bangin' blue
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Writer(s): Keyshawn Stephens
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