Chip NoDale - Blue Suede (feat. Maxie)

Yo
Yo
Yeah
Black superhero
John Stewart
Old flow but my rhymes newer
Made a style that they find cooler
Smoking huge
Drinking Don Julr (Or Julio)
Chip got me back in the studio
Threw me a oop
Ricky Rubio
Brazilian hair
Say it make her look beautiful
Brazilian lift
Make her ass and her boobies grow
Brazilian trips
I'mma take on a later date
Right now trying to get my paper straight
Unless we BBQ on Labor Day
Ain't no plastic spoons and paper plates
Ghetto Superstar
They know who we are
Put me on the camera
Like a movie star
I ain't even trying to be Biggie Smalls
But you know I'm reppin in my Coogi hard
With Versace shades
Pocket monster like the Tamagotchi wave
I ain't even with paparazzi praise
Rather chill and get some sloppy toppy bae
I gotta I gotta
I gotta get it
I gotta charge you for verses my ticket
Ain't that expensive pull up to the studio
Or I might email you
Back something vicious
Out The Gate
It ain't a new phrase
But we say it like a new phrase
All these hundred dollar bills in my pocket
Turned my joggers into blue suede
Out The Gate
It ain't a new phrase
But we treat it like a new phrase
All these hundred dollar bills in my pocket
Turned my joggers into blue suede
Out the gate
Give me time Black Bruce Wayne
Got me a dime no loose change
Blowing gas word to Two Chainz
Really a King and my shoes got blue suede
Hella flavor Extra Butter
Grey Poupon dijon mustard
Bulldog like I went to Butler
Stay in lane or end up in the gutter
How you what
Gotta know the game
Blessed not luck
Really out the gate
Crazy how people thinking that you changed
Only dead caterpillars stay the same
I shall remain
To keeping it G
YOU
Not so much
We can see
Difference with ME is I've always been ME
Never switched teams
We living our dreams
This life is a war we don't trip over battles
You ball and then travel
You sound like you baffled
Grew through the gravel
Ray Lew when I tackle
Flow is like fiji
My wordplay is scrabble
Humble and hustle
Doubled up now its daily double
Ice in my veins D. Lo Russell
This off the dribble
And the muscle
(Three One Seven sht)
Nap or Nothing
Young Geniuses
(Young Geniuses)
Shit forever
Three One Seven
Til i'm gone to heaven
Blue Suede
Blue Suede
(Blue)
Blue Suede
Blue Suede
Blue... Suede
Blue
Suede
Blue Suede
Blue Suede
Out the gate
It ain't a new phrase
But we say it like a new phrase
All these hundred dollar bills in my pocket
Turned my joggers into blue suede
Out the gate
It ain't a new phrase
But we treat it like a new phrase
All these hundred dollar bills in my pocket
Turned my joggers into blue suede
...
Blue Suede

Written by:
Antonio Maxie, Samuel Ursery

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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