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Russ - Blue Chip Ft Ransom Lyrics

Yeah, I just hit the joint before I wrote this
Record label rebel remember opening 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 curving me
Turn into my hoes now
Beat straight from Motown
Shoutout Mr Porter
B Dot and everybody get your list in order
This the album of thе year by a long shot
Barking got ya dog drop
Please don't tampеr with my Bucks
Mike Alstott
I don't care what ya'll got
Bitch 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 bitch
Didn't matter still went from who to who's who bitch
Fuck a blue check i'm a blue chip
Reliable stock
I reached the end of my rope and I
Started tying 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'mma 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 oh
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 nothing can cost more
Than something that's free of charge
They know that we at large eating 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 ???
Me and my dude Russ
Lose what?
We got your advance spilling out two cups
Pool putt, you ain't 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 kid ??
Blaring outta them Bulls man
Oh and, gun and my Lindsay
The Lohan, no scam
Nothing like Quincy
A slow jam
Program went from a 10 speed to a Broham??
You don't owe Ran? Thats big cap like a old cam
Yeah, catch my wind like a monsoon
Cooking verses shoot it up from a large bull
Sharks loom better get scoob? again
A hard pull, my nigga you can get Chomp 2