Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Blue, artist - P Money. Date of issue: 04.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Blue |
| Snowy Danger |
| Gringo king |
| Danger, whoa, well then, move |
| Oi, geezer, don’t get fresh |
| I don’t wanna get vexed, box on your chest |
| I don’t wanna get vexed, box on your chops |
| Box on your headback, write out your socks |
| Write out your speakers, write out your tweeters |
| Something for the grafters, something for the dealers |
| Something for the taxman, I’m putting in work |
| Something for your wifey, something for your dirt |
| Something for the road guys hitting them roads |
| Something for the shooters letting shit go |
| Something for the bossman cutting them cheques |
| Got bars for the gym man hitting them reps |
| Lyrics for the mandem, lyrics for the girls |
| Snowy go hard, no, my lyrics don’t fail |
| Snowy go in, I do damage |
| I rep Paper, my whole team’s savage |
| Yo, who’s on top? |
| We got the styles and P like Lox |
| Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early |
| Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop |
| Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue |
| Came out the blue, came out the blocks |
| Man got the blue, make haters blue |
| Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop |
| Yo, who’s on top? |
| We got the styles and P like Lox |
| Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early |
| Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop |
| Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue |
| Came out the blue, came out the blocks |
| Man got the blue, make haters blue |
| Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop, yeah |
| Yo, more money, more money, dreaming of more money |
| I need a crib with about three floor money |
| I’ve got my money but I need your money |
| And I want no more breaking the law money |
| They’re stressed and weighin' dough money |
| I’ve got maybe but I need sure money |
| Christian Dior tracksuit, Velour money |
| And the mandem on tour money |
| Plus, a Richard Milly on my wrist money |
| I need «nah, he’s taking the piss» money |
| Wiley threw me the keys to the Bentley |
| I’m driving about like I need some of this money |
| Love money, hug money, kiss money |
| Fuck C B, I need A-list money |
| Nah, this ain’t Lord of the Mics |
| I’m OGz for life so I dare man diss Money |
| Yo, who’s on top? |
| We got the styles and P like Lox |
| Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early |
| Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop |
| Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue |
| Came out the blue, came out the blocks |
| Man got the blue, make haters blue |
| Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop |
| Yo, who’s on top? |
| We got the styles and P like Lox |
| Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early |
| Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop |
| Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue |
| Came out the blue, came out the blocks |
| Man got the blue, make haters blue |
| Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop, yeah |
| I ain’t got a job |
| I did it myself, there ain’t a soul that I borrowed off |
| If we ain’t friends, stop sending me your videos |
| I’m only going if I wanna watch |
| If you wanna follow me, then follow on |
| But I’m going off-roads, let me see you follow off |
| Claiming you rep worldwide, but in the credits |
| Man’s city’s getting left back like Kolarov |
| That’s all Clichy, cliché |
| I bet he didn’t catch the follow-on |
| Punch in the face, ain’t sure if I’ll do it |
| Got the bottle in the thigh, you’ve been playing with the Molotov |
| Real talk |
| Tell him I’ll dance for dessert if I wanna waff |
| Eff your CD and the feds, I don’t wanna cop |
| Acting shirty till they all get collared off |
| Yo, who’s on top? |
| We got the styles and P like Lox |
| Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early |
| Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop |
| Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue |
| Came out the blue, came out the blocks |
| Man got the blue, make haters blue |
| Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop |
| Yo, who’s on top? |
| We got the styles and P like Lox |
| Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early |
| Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop |
| Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue |
| Came out the blue, came out the blocks |
| Man got the blue, make haters blue |
| Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop, yeah |