Navy Blue the Truth. - Puma

I smoke weed when I ain't got Nothing to do
I smoke weed when I got something To do
Slap a nigga dead in his shit
Leaving paw prints
Echo from what I said to his bitch Blowing on exotic and shit
Blowing at this nigga
Shots while dealing bitch
I just want the money
That's the obvious shit
Fucking on this bit
Feel like God when I hit
I deposit checks
Feel like God when it hit
Nigga said he riding
But a lying
He a bitch
Ima take my time at the line
No assist
I'ma take my time
While im pouring qualities
Pop up on the scene
What you mean
Issa mess
Niggas weighing g's instead of p's
Issa mess
Talking all that shit on the court
And get a tech
Aye
I'll be back with that bag in a sec
I'll be back with that Mag in a sec
Back in my jag for a sec
Back in my bag for a sec
Nigga
Niggas talk high on the team
Bitch come get high with the team
All black nine with the beam
All black 40 woth the beam
40 for the eighth thats cheap
Bitch
Talk with respect
When you talkin to me
Talk about money
When you talkin to me
I'll talk that shitt
We can turn off the beat
Hoping that my son don't turn into Me
Look for the plug and ran in the me Looking for some love
Aint no love in the street
He a wild man
With his hand on this piece
A man is a man
when he stand on his feet
I knock a nigga out
Put his head with his feet
He was shopping with you
Now he shopping with me
She gon hop in with me
Before she hop in with you niggas

I smoke weed when I ain't got Nothing to do
I smoke weed when I got something Aye
I smoke weed when I ain't got Nothing to do
I smoke weed when I got something
Aye
Blue bitch

Written by:
Dalonte Armstrong

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