Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Child Support , by - Blu. Release date: 18.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Child Support |
| Yo I was yay high, sittin' like a baller, calling shots |
| 80 blocks, put it on the line for the slaughter |
| Real J serving niggas base and I kill breaks |
| Spill a little water for my daughter |
| Still face and it tastes sweeter than your water, dope |
| No love, niggas catching for the food |
| You a fool tryna park on the block, balls, hot sauce |
| Red barns with that arm chopped off |
| Don’t get your block chopped up |
| When that Glock pop hot shot |
| As the important cha cha |
| Ayo money green jealousy run deep in my dungarees, clutch heat |
| Hot as the hell I’m pullin' from underneath |
| That boy Barnes a fucking beast, she want a piece |
| I wanna piece for them cold nights, huggin' my piece |
| Fuck ducking police up in the street nothin' but grief |
| They want the food you eat my G no love! |
| Ayo Andrews, boy I’m the boss |
| The address on my neck, became a man, take it off |
| To cut it up, cut it out I made it out through the paper routes |
| And now we back like the sacs from the drought |
| You chicken back to the house |
| Baby bags in your mouth |
| To save these stacks if it’s only eighty hops we out |
| I got the whip, got as far the block |
| Was on the dip from the strip, caught a line from you need a life nigga |
| Reading my rights once forced me to read and write, green light |
| I hit them niggas like I had 3 strikes |
| Your lucky, pen is rusty sometimes it gets muddy in the sunny |
| Where it only rain Money, play dummy |
| Be the billionaire boy with the bunny |
| I’m tryna stay out the game, young niggas wanna bang for me |
| They hear my name and throw they chain for me |
| We bout to get it cause it’s niggas who don’t, simple as that with it |
| If she need it, I get it |
| If she want it I’m on it |
| She got it, my 100 percent |
| My nigga pompous as Prince, parking the whip playing Pac |
| I’m pondering if I should pop shit like my Pops |
| My level is like that, she credit incredible with that ice action |
| Get your life back, get your prize snatched |
| If you want it no need to covet, it’s covered, my cup runneth over |
| It’s nothing, it’s more normal to find a syringe for you |
| More on the block real, but still I spit formal |
| The streets my money’s formed, we run em, niggas torn |
| We warn for you, get your feelings torn |
| Get a reason to love life, we busting just to keep blood pumpin' |
| Crush mics when we touch life |
| Spending ones like we spend the funds |
| Get the huns like we used to get the guns |
| When we did the runs |
| Steady counting with my lady steady bouncin' |
| Baby ain’t even counting the age nigga, we getting thousands |
| Give her hundreds when I wanna give the world |
| Pop them niggas life for my baby |
| FAMILY! |