Eli Sostre - Blueprint lyrics

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Eli Sostre - Blueprint lyrics

[Chorus] b*tch, I'm on the way, I ain't gotta prove nothin' For my kids, while we ridin' with who's gun She tryna leave all the problems for new fun In my sleep, I just clapped it like tooth Me and you, give a fu*k 'bout your boo I got bidness to handle 'round two I tell the teller to keep it, no, I do not need it, I like all my hunnids on blue fu*k the labels, I gave you the truth How far can I take your b*tch, I'm breakin' new snow, this ain't no Canada Goose Me, my brothers like Curry we shootin' This the molly, you can't fu*k with the movement I've been workin', the fu*k you been doin'? Gotta Birkin her friend, shе keep screwin' She wanna run that sh*t back, run that sh*t back That's for the bird, I don't fu*k with a pash I got a gun and a mash Don't need to usе it, my youngins'll blast Talk about trap but they ain't finna trap They fu*k with Pirelli, can't fu*k with the cap Came from the block to that sh*t, caught a map Got a bad little b*tch, I just hit from the back [Verse] Yeah, yeah She fell in love with the bounce Don't fall in love with me now I had to cut that sh*t out I might just smoke on an ounce Baby, what is you fussin' about? I can't have no one stressin' me out fu*k breakin' even, we rich now Oh, I got me some reason to switch now Say she wanna get high and get dicked down I got you, bae She want a brand new 'Cedes I got you, baby Man, that b*tch so bad, she wanna have my baby She wanna drive me wild, just don't drive me crazy Baby, it's been a while, just wanna see you naked Say she love to get high off that Cocaine 80's She say she love to be mine, baby, I hope we make it [Chorus] b*tch, I'm on the way, I ain't gotta prove nothin' For my kids, while we ridin' with who's gun She tryna leave all the problems for new fun In my sleep, I just clapped it like tooth Me and you, give a fu*k 'bout your boo I got bidness to handle 'round two I tell the teller to keep it, no, I do not need it, I like all my hunnids on blue fu*k the labels, I gave you the truth How far can I take your b*tch, I'm breakin' new snow, this ain't no Canada Goose Me, my brothers like Curry we shootin' This the molly, can't fu*k with the movement I've been workin', the fu*k you been doin'? Gotta Birkin her friend, she keep screwin' She wanna run that sh*t back, run that sh*t back That's for the bird, I don't fu*k with a pash I got a gun and a mash Don't need to use it, my youngins'll blast Talk about trap but they ain't finna trap They fu*k with Pirelli, can't fu*k with the cap Came from the block to that sh*t, caught a map Got a bad little b*tch, I just hit from the back [Instrumental Outro]

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