Verse 1: Blu
Yo, I told her after thirty it’s a wrap (it’s a wrap)
I turned thirty woke up early wrote a rap (wrote the raps)
The photo snap but the mocha cap lacks
Them promo whack spinnin, niggas know the track (know the track)
Yo, they know the black match the gold with the black man
I lack how my soul since four cuz of that (cuz of that)
Uh, gold chain all the need is the dope name
The dope game want him to slang cuz it cracks (cuz it cracks)
Cuz it slaps like a horn on the track
That ass get broke off legs and pimp that
That kid with the plastic gat aiming at cop cars (Blu)
And the ghetto with the heavy metal rock stars (rock stars)
Grew up, sick with it threw up
My whole hood crip wit it so I shoulda blew it (Blu)
And I did funny thing is I wish that I was dirty red
But I was noble like that New Jersey head
Yeah, BL bright like CL 5.50 Smooth
Nights like we sell white like, we sell kites like
Sis point it out, fuck that retail price like
Like the detail your female rights like
We is just chillin on the rocks like ice (word)
Just Do It white Nike's true shit
Pandora Box prize fight U.N
Trophy
Verse 2: Blu
Yo, she like the niggas with the caramel complexion (uh huh)
The oh my god sex you gotta call up your best friend
The fall she always hope for, soaps in horoscope
Quotes on boats so them niggas try to propose to her (yeah)
While most hoarder thought she's audible (true)
Dress is comparable but the dress is inaugural (uh huh true)
Yo, peppermint presidential suite
Most gentleman compete but most gentleman are weak
We go hard, some come but most go scarred with no heart
With no harm done she knows God (uh huh)
Kisses it in the air takes it by the arm
Walks it through the mayhem, asks her how her day went (ayo)
Yo, I say shit I don't mean in blue green
Blue green in the hair, just to watch her blow steam
She don't care it's so rare, she don't scare
It won't scream unless I scream it's for ice cream (word up)
And I tease cuz she's perfect and she's worth it (she's worth it)
She's hates it cuz she'd rather be basic (rather be basic)
Uh, I need a facelift, or work the late shift
And after the catwalk prize of the asphalt
She's from the backyard where hard times blast off
Shoot you'd be surprised if she survive here that long
Drives a fast car and never talks back to her mom
It's all gold never silver or prime
It's trophy
Yo, check it
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