Qjmusic - MR.Bleu's Freestyle 2

Peep the sound
The way I pump the ground
Got me always working
I'm not weirdo in a band
Bitch I plant a seed with my pimp hand
Smoke and chop game with the spacemen

Keep some liquor poured
Freestyle when I get bored
Either way the time gon pass
I'm just trying to make the good moments last
Put the paint where it ain't in my life
I'm not a fan of the hype
I'm not a groupie
I'm on my bread mission
In a hoopty
Blowing smoke
Speakers pumpin juicy

I be somewhere in the west
Gotta slow me down to see my best
It's not a matter of a guess

A lion roars
Lucy said the world is yours
You come from moors
Before the shores

And the chains
Of Louisiana
This the young west coast nigga
wit the country grammar

Kaleidoscope flow
Leave a neon glow
Laser beams from the stars to ya nose

Grade a steel to a pistachio
Pinokkio nose size backwoods
Blowing smoke for the liars
My O's like tires

This shit heat
You niggas twigs
Hot hands I'm playin with Fire

Like a pyro technic
Hoody in the summer
Cut the sleeves off
Let my biceps thunder

She wanna see the tats
Turn her up to the max
But unfortunately I ain't wit all that
I got to much juice for a sloppy bitch
You just get tossed kay owed on
Some rocky shit

Lucy said all these hoes do is disappoint
And fail at rolling joints
Stay down focus on ya coins
They always missing points
But focused on your score
Breathe stretch shake and ignore

I'm like damn that's what real friends are for
Screws never lose cuz of my proper counterbore

Written by:
QUINTON JOHNSON

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