Russ - Blue Chip (Feat. Ransom) (Lyrics)

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  • Опубликовано: 26 сен 2024
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    🎤 ~ LYRICS ~
    [Verse 1: Russ]
    Yeah, I just hit the joint before I wrote this
    Record label rebel, remember openin' at Omens
    Always saw the whole shit, always futuristic
    2018, I made the Forbes Cash Kings list
    The wave of depression and anxiety for Christmas
    But I can never drown, I rose, Kate Winslet
    Gassed up, took a quick trip to my hometown
    Girls that were curvin' me turned into my hoes now
    Beat straight from Motown, shoutout Mr. Porter
    B-Dot and everybody, get your list in order
    This the album of the year by a long shot
    Barkin' got your dog dropped
    Please don't tamper with my bucks, Mike Alstott
    I don't care what y'all got, bitch, this is my shit
    You ain't 'bout to act like a baby in my crib
    I wasn't invited, so I through my own party
    Didn't let me join, so I got my own army
    I spoke harshly, once or twice, boo-hoo, bitch
    Didn't matter still went from, "Who?" to, "Who's who?" Bitch
    Fuck a blue check, I'm a blue chip, reliable stock
    I reached the end of my rope and I started tyin' the knot
    And held on, Delle Donne, my game's ill
    Lime with tequila or the heat to this J Will
    Make skills appear like Magic, pass it
    Always been a king, I'ma share it if I have it
    I should wear my numbers on my chest like a nickname
    Tryna make the paper flip, I only play Squid Games
    New York Knicks fame so she deep throat
    You're my D-Rose, then her knees broke, I'm the G.O
    No bullshit (Heh)
    [Instrumental Break]
    [Verse 2: Ransom]
    I don't take word from a peasant who cheat the job
    Never did I full prey to a reverend who preached to God
    Never did I horseplay, adolescence'll leave a scar
    Some people lost faith, had the presence to beat the odds
    So many obstacles and hurdles for me to dodge
    Put your face on a tee then ask, "Can I see a large?"
    I'm passionately involved, I hope to free us all
    But nothin' can cost more than somethin' that's free of charge
    They know that we at large, eatin' shrimps in a Lear
    Can barely see the gods, get a glimpse of the glare
    You attempt to be fair, put that wimp in arrear
    Never cared what they think, never think that they cared
    Don't need another felony but you gon' need therapy
    When a couple shots make you shrink in that chair
    Two drinks of that rare, can see no Azul
    Me and my dude Russ lose what?
    We got your advance spillin' out two cups
    Poo putt, you ain't gon' move up, get chewed up
    Shoot what? The scoreboard broke, nigga, we two up
    "Woah Ran', slow down brother", they don't know Ran'
    You like a Black Panther blarin' outta them Bulls, man
    Oh and, gun and my Lindsay, the Lohan
    No scam, nothin' like Quincy, a slow jam
    Program went from a ten-speed to a Broham
    You don't owe Ran'? That's big cap like the old Cam'
    Yeah, catch my wind like a monsoon
    Cookin' verses, shoot it up from a large spoon
    Sharks loom, better get scuba gear and a harpoon
    Or nigga, you can get chomped too

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