Blue Room lyrics

[Verse 1: Seddy Hendrinx]
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Designer jeans, I'm on my sh*t, I got some racks up in them
He keep tryna finesse this perks, I had to tax them with him
And I pay for what I want, f*ck that, drop racks up in it
From the dirt, n*gga, I begin
That's Carti on my lense
I'm f*cking on her and her friends
Watch her hair blow in the wind
And I promis, sware to God, they treat you different with them Benjis
I ain't worried 'bout making n*ggas, my new partners f*ck the friendship
I done dug off in that pus*y with that ho, she tried to end me
Wait, me and Lou done flipped the swoop, she know she can't еven trick me
Shout out [?] b*tch, I'm too trendy
Back [?]
'Bout timе
Looking at my neck, my wrist, my ear, this sh*t shine
n*ggas quick to scream they getting money, stop lieing
I ain't out here hustling for nothing, need mine
I'm talking [?]

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Greese me up before we f*ck, a spit shine
Disrespect you unexpectedly, like Chris Brown
You must have [?] heard of me, I'm getting [?]
For money, n*ggas move with urgency, they hunt him down
[?] white sh*t that they got, it's turky brown
Lil homie [?] perk, put him down
Don't underestimate my city, small but it's wild
Everything that can go bad on me did, but I smiled
Stepping on them cracks, got me falling in and out
Her pus*y so loose, it got me falling in and out
Money on my mind, that's not all to talk about
Tryna catch up with you, like what's all that talk about?
Can't be on no pus*y sh*t with me, I call it out
I'm tryna get rich [?] too much falling out
pus*y n*ggas ran, I left walking out
Gon' bust him where he stand, [?] talking [?]
I'm just tryna make it easy, know it's hard to read me
She only wanna eat me, this b*tch hella greedy
They never get to see me, how I appear like E.T
I be grinding while I'm grinding, my inicialls G.G