Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blueberry Muffin , by - Chillinit. Release date: 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) |