Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blue Sea , by - QuillyRelease date: 08.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blue Sea |
| Fire on the beachhead |
| Reflecting deep blue sea |
| And we sail from the mainland |
| And we sail to be free |
| Did it for the fam, did it for myself |
| Kick that shit bitch, did it for the belt |
| New edition; |
| I don’t even need no group |
| Bobby Brown; |
| I don’t even need no help |
| Spit that Whitney, this that crack |
| Give you that Pac shit; |
| ain’t no Biggie |
| Sell you that straight drop; |
| peanut butter; |
| Jiffy |
| Hood nigga, I’m just tryna make it out the city |
| Before a bitch stab me in the back |
| Or one of the niggas' I roll with, give me a wiggy |
| That’s that new shit, that’s that Quilly |
| That’s that street shit, that’s that Philly |
| That’s that sound like a come up |
| Get back, I’ma give you everything, make you sit back |
| These niggas' got me fucked up |
| Kriss-Kross; |
| everything mismatched |
| Light the shit up till' it’s pitch black |
| I don’t even celebrate Christmas |
| But I bring the flow to you; |
| gift wrap |
| You couldn’t even pay me for a diss track |
| Work out, pay me for the 6 pack |
| Grind hard, I don’t even sleep |
| If I don’t put the work in then I don’t even eat |
| Talk that talk or we shouldn’t even speak |
| Used to wait for Black Friday |
| Now the True Store can get it any given Sunday |
| Your trap pops first of months |
| My shit pop Monday to Monday |
| You gon' love me later, you mines well hate me now |
| If you ain’t fuck wit me when I was broke |
| When I get back up, don’t ask for a break down |
| Fire on the beachhead |
| Reflecting deep blue sea |
| And we sail from the mainland |
| And we sail to be free |
| Ooh, this is for my niggas' on their 3rd strike |
| Wheeling' a dirt bike |
| MAC-10 squeeze; |
| hope it squirt right |
| Hope it don’t jam, hope it work right |
| I just switch the flow, I be hoping that they don’t bite |
| But, they do so, I am what they don’t like |
| 2 wrongs, do the right thing like Spike |
| Switch pure white like a thief in the night |
| When I was young, I ain’t wanna be nothin' like Mike |
| Mike ain’t have 16 in clip and 1 in the pipe |
| When he hail down the strip |
| I know dope fiends that really want (?) |
| And got a ring and they stayed their dip |
| Playa, what you no good? |
| Bad bitches and a bankroll go good |
| Purple Haze and a backwood, smoke good |
| Go good like Butters and oakwood |
| Dough good, so good |