BRADY - BLUCHZ (feat. Barry G., Zachy D. & leaves)

Blue cheese
Blue cheese
Blue cheese
Blue cheese
So you ask
What’s up in my doobie?
Just know it’s something groovy
Slow motion like a movie
This potion in my coozy
You know I got the shew-wee
This girl she tryna do me
I said she was a doozy
She wanna be a groupie
She ain’t where the crew be
She tryna get some Gucci
I just want the coochi
No time for this hoochi
While I'm chasin' blue cheese
Blue cheese
Yeah
I been feeling strange
Got these crazy things
On my mind frame
Who the one to blame
In these hazy games
Swerving lazy lanes
Brazy brains
We ain’t really with lames
I’ve been smoking strains
I’ve been riding trains
Floating through plains
I can not complain
Hanging with the gang
Slurrin' slang
Banging Mary Jane
Hoping she won’t change
Eight hours on the track with my homies
That's a shift
I am tired of the people sleeping on me
That's legit
Superpowers if I power through the lonely
Nights I had to fight, now I'm zoning
On a ship
Blunts to keep us up, yeah, we cookin
Smoke a spliff
In the studio I know I'm good lookin
I'm a pimp
I do all the things that I shouldn't
I do all the things that I couldn't
Fucked your bitch
We blowin' stupid trees
The bluest of the cheese
We blowin' stupid trees
The bluest of the cheese
We blowin' stupid trees
The bluest of the cheese
The truest of the g's
With the bluest of the cheese
Burning all the green
Smoking all the weed
This is Zachy D
You would not believe
Vibing on the beat
Guaranteed
Riding down the street
Bumping Barry G
You know that's me!
Track number 3: BLUCHZ
Smacking endo just to feel the ease
Cracking windows just to feel the breeze
Sitting back hitting blacks with the team
Roll a blunt
Don’t front
Hate when bitches try to stunt
Being someone that they’re not
Tryna play you on the spot
But I’ve been through plenty thots
I’m not tryna shoot my shots
I can’t end up in no plots
In no plots
Nuh-uhhh
Mary J., she save the day
No matter what the fuck I say
I know that she will never stray
You know it help me concentrate
To where my paper's never late
Got all these bitches tryna mate
I’ll never take 'em on a date
Music we make, I be rollin' to
Got me feelin' like I've been spoken to
Ask me turn it down, well, no can do
If you had blue cheese you'd be smoking too
When I had no cheese I was feeling blue
Now I got GOAT cheese how Brady do
But I'm more Nick Foles in 52
The show's the only thing I'll steal from you
We blowin' stupid trees
The bluest of the cheese
We blowin' stupid trees
The bluest of the cheese
We blowin' stupid trees
The bluest of the cheese
The truest of the g's
With the bluest of the cheese
Blue cheese
Blue cheese
Blue cheese
Blue cheese

Written by:
Adryan Gibbs, Brady Kerkhoff, Zach Deckard

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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