Blue Chip

Blue Chip文本歌词

作曲 : Mr Porter

Yeah, I just hit the joint before I wrote this

Record label rebel remember openin' at Omens

Always saw the whole shit, always futuristic

2018, I made the Forbes Cash Kings list

The wave of depression and anxiety for Christmas

But I can never drown, I rose Kate Winslet

Gassed up, took a quick trip to my hometown

Girls that were curvin' me turned into my hoes now

Beat straight from Motown, shoutout Mr. Porter

B-Dot and everybody, get your list in order

This the album of the year by a long shot

Barkin' got your dog drop

Please, don't tamper with my Bucks, Mike Alstott

I don't care what y'all got, *****, this is my shit

You ain't 'bout to act like a baby in my crib

I wasn't invited so I through my own party

Didn't let me join, so I got my own army

I spoke harshly, once or twice boo-hoo, *****

Didn't matter still went from, \"Who?\" to, \"Who's who?\" *****

**** a blue check, I'm a blue chip, reliable stock

I reached the end of my rope and I started tyin' the knot

And held on, Delle Donne, my game's ill

Lime with tequila or the heat to this J Will

Make skills appear like magic, pass it

Always been a King, I'ma share it if i have it

I should wear my numbers on my chest like a nickname

Tryna make the paper flip, I only play Squid Games

New York Knicks fame so she deepthroat

Your my D Rose then her knees broke

I'm the G.O, no bullshit

I don't take word from a peasant who cheat the job

Never did a full pray to a reverend who preached a God

Never did a horse play adolescence and leave a scar

Some people lost faith, had the presence to beat the odds

So many after goals and hurdles for me to dodge

Put your face on a Tee then ask, \"Can I see a large?\"

I'm passionately involved

I hope to free us all but nothin' can cost more

Than somethin' that's free of charge

They know that we at large, eatin' shrimps in a lair

Can barely see the gods, get a glimpse of the glair

You attempt to be fair, put that whimp in arrear

Never cared what they think, never think that they cared

Don't need another felony but you gon' need therapy

When a couple shots make you shrink in that chair

Two drinks of that rare, can see no Azul

Me and my dude Russ lose what?

We got your advance spillin' out two cups

Poo putt, you ain't gon' move up, get chewed up

Shoot what? The scoreboard broke, nigga, we two up

Woah Ran, slow down brother, they don't know Ran

You like a Black Panther blarin' outta them Bulls, man

Oh and, gun and my Lindsay, the Lohan, no scam

Nothin' like Quincy, a slow jam

Program went from a ten-speed to a Broham

You don't owe Ran'? That's big cap like the old Cam'

Yeah, catch my wind like a monsoon

Cookin' verses, shoot it up from a large spoon

Sharks loom, better get scuba gear and a harpoon

Or nigga, you can get chopped too

Blue ChipLRC歌词

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Mr Porter

[00:24.681]Yeah, I just hit the joint before I wrote this

[00:27.736]Record label rebel remember openin' at Omens

[00:30.090]Always saw the whole shit, always futuristic

[00:32.526]2018, I made the Forbes Cash Kings list

[00:35.248]The wave of depression and anxiety for Christmas

[00:37.649]But I can never drown, I rose Kate Winslet

[00:40.152]Gassed up, took a quick trip to my hometown

[00:42.731]Girls that were curvin' me turned into my hoes now

[00:45.297]Beat straight from Motown, shoutout Mr. Porter

[00:47.823]B-Dot and everybody, get your list in order

[00:50.186]This the album of the year by a long shot

[00:52.111]Barkin' got your dog drop

[00:53.646]Please, don't tamper with my Bucks, Mike Alstott

[00:56.144]I don't care what y'all got, *****, this is my shit

[00:58.689]You ain't 'bout to act like a baby in my crib

[01:01.313]I wasn't invited so I through my own party

[01:03.754]Didn't let me join, so I got my own army

[01:06.344]I spoke harshly, once or twice boo-hoo, *****

[01:09.066]Didn't matter still went from, \"Who?\" to, \"Who's who?\" *****

[01:11.635]**** a blue check, I'm a blue chip, reliable stock

[01:14.304]I reached the end of my rope and I started tyin' the knot

[01:16.890]And held on, Delle Donne, my game's ill

[01:19.275]Lime with tequila or the heat to this J Will

[01:21.634]Make skills appear like magic, pass it

[01:24.299]Always been a King, I'ma share it if i have it

[01:26.719]I should wear my numbers on my chest like a nickname

[01:29.241]Tryna make the paper flip, I only play Squid Games

[01:31.882]New York Knicks fame so she deepthroat

[01:33.898]Your my D Rose then her knees broke

[01:35.791]I'm the G.O, no bullshit

[01:39.972]

[02:01.990]I don't take word from a peasant who cheat the job

[02:04.302]Never did a full pray to a reverend who preached a God

[02:06.924]Never did a horse play adolescence and leave a scar

[02:09.352]Some people lost faith, had the presence to beat the odds

[02:11.950]So many after goals and hurdles for me to dodge

[02:14.505]Put your face on a Tee then ask, \"Can I see a large?\"

[02:17.074]I'm passionately involved

[02:18.322]I hope to free us all but nothin' can cost more

[02:20.734]Than somethin' that's free of charge

[02:22.261]They know that we at large, eatin' shrimps in a lair

[02:24.614]Can barely see the gods, get a glimpse of the glair

[02:27.341]You attempt to be fair, put that whimp in arrear

[02:29.838]Never cared what they think, never think that they cared

[02:32.327]Don't need another felony but you gon' need therapy

[02:35.025]When a couple shots make you shrink in that chair

[02:37.575]Two drinks of that rare, can see no Azul

[02:39.867]Me and my dude Russ lose what?

[02:41.546]We got your advance spillin' out two cups

[02:43.464]Poo putt, you ain't gon' move up, get chewed up

[02:45.942]Shoot what? The scoreboard broke, nigga, we two up

[02:48.409]Woah Ran, slow down brother, they don't know Ran

[02:50.946]You like a Black Panther blarin' outta them Bulls, man

[02:53.763]Oh and, gun and my Lindsay, the Lohan, no scam

[02:56.865]Nothin' like Quincy, a slow jam

[02:58.680]Program went from a ten-speed to a Broham

[03:01.224]You don't owe Ran'? That's big cap like the old Cam'

[03:04.307]Yeah, catch my wind like a monsoon

[03:06.663]Cookin' verses, shoot it up from a large spoon

[03:09.080]Sharks loom, better get scuba gear and a harpoon

[03:11.641]Or nigga, you can get chopped too