Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blueberry Muffin, artist - Chillinit.
Date of issue: 25.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blueberry Muffin |
Woo, haha |
This for my fam |
Every king has a queen, know what I’m sayin' |
Haha, check, check |
Like baby, why we gotta trip? |
Why you bustin' out my grip? |
Why you cussin' while I drive, just to fuck you in my whip? |
Smokin' something like my bitch |
Instead we getting high, then we fight and then we slip |
Yeah the the fuck’s you got’s the dip? |
I ain’t got CC’s |
Baby don’t be PG, baby keep this R |
Make a movie, make it 3D |
I ain’t bout the skeet skeet |
But all them other men are make you cum are getting deep deep |
I’m pressing 'til your knee’s weak, and then you start to see me |
We got emotional sides, the only difference we close em' inside |
I mean how the fuck you think I deal with pressures |
I’m 'sposed to provide of a father if he opens his eyes? |
There ain’t no closure in life |
All we do is pray, and hope we don’t die |
So bredrin, please just check my vocals are right, and this music blow on the |
mic |
Pray the lord send me pussy, money, dope in my life |
I know it’s wrong, but baby hope that I’m right, for real |
Uhh, that’s why I take her to the hood |
Maybe show her to my fam, show her Blake is doing good |
I would chase her and pursue her, ain’t no woman like my woman |
Trust me bro, you know this woman, you would chase her if you knew her |
Take her on the tour, mix the Bailey’s and Kahlua |
Then fuck her up on the top floor of sold out shows |
Just to roll another swisher up then roll out smoke |
I ain’t busy fuckin' 'round with these old town hoes no more |
Country music rap shit |
Same shit that probably made the 80's do a backflip |
Same bitch, probably get her' wetter than a baptist |
Baptise pussy’s just to bless it on a mattress like one time |
Used to ball in the club, now I can’t believe we fallin' in love |
Now I used to hit the plug at late nights, and make the call for the drugs |
Now I’m home at late night 'case she calls me to fuck |
And I’ll be right there, yeah the pussy tied there |
Baby, like my hater you know I fuck you right, yeah |
Now you sayin' I don’t give a fuck, well baby I care |
Always breakin' phones when we argue, get me iCare, like yeah |
We argue when we meet, then we argue when we leave |
Now days I get to argue when I’m 30,000 feet, fuckin' WiFi |
Ment to feel connected, disconnected, this is bye-bye |
We should take a break from all the bullshit, take a ride by |
The pot we smoked upon the cliff when it was night time |
(Fuck that bullshit baby girl, just bring your white wine) |