[Intro: Sarcazm & C Milli]
Ayo, this is Sarcazm
Bringin' you another Sarcaztic production
We-we them, we them, we them Bluestars
We-we them, we them, we them Bluestars
[Chorus: C Milli, Baby Blue, C Milli & Baby Blue]
We-we them, we them, we them Bluestars (Yeah), got blue ice in our chain (Yeah)
Got blue ice in our teeth (Yeah), now show your grill, mane (Yeah), grill 'em
Grill 'em (Yeah), grill 'em, grill 'em (Show your grill, mane), grill 'em
Grill 'em (Yеah), grill 'em
We-we thеm, we them, we them Bluestars (Yeah), got blue ice in our chain (Yeah)
Got blue ice in our teeth (Yeah), now show your grill, mane (Yeah), grill 'em
Grill 'em (Yeah), grill 'em, grill 'em (Show your grill, mane), grill 'em
Grill 'em (Yeah), grill 'em (Show your grill, mane)
[Verse 1: Baby Blue]
I got a blue Impala on some blue rims
When I'm stompin' in New York, I wear my blue Tims
I'm a Bluestar, rapper not a singer
I got blue leather interior and blue Power Rangers
Blue diamonds in my grill, blue underwear
New blue socks, blue rocks in my watch
Blue Air Force Ones when I'm chillin' with Nelly
Got girls puttin' "I love you, Baby Blue" 'cross they belly
Baby Blue be the truth in that baby blue coupe with no roof gettin' these chickens loose
I back that Goose, Pretty Ricky and Pitbull runnin' Miami, what they do?
I'm a gangsta more OG than Cheerios spilled on Gucci seats
I run my turf like Nike cleats, Baby Blue, Pretty Ricky, man, that be me
Ayo, this is Sarcazm
Bringin' you another Sarcaztic production
We-we them, we them, we them Bluestars
We-we them, we them, we them Bluestars
[Chorus: C Milli, Baby Blue, C Milli & Baby Blue]
We-we them, we them, we them Bluestars (Yeah), got blue ice in our chain (Yeah)
Got blue ice in our teeth (Yeah), now show your grill, mane (Yeah), grill 'em
Grill 'em (Yeah), grill 'em, grill 'em (Show your grill, mane), grill 'em
Grill 'em (Yеah), grill 'em
We-we thеm, we them, we them Bluestars (Yeah), got blue ice in our chain (Yeah)
Got blue ice in our teeth (Yeah), now show your grill, mane (Yeah), grill 'em
Grill 'em (Yeah), grill 'em, grill 'em (Show your grill, mane), grill 'em
Grill 'em (Yeah), grill 'em (Show your grill, mane)
[Verse 1: Baby Blue]
I got a blue Impala on some blue rims
When I'm stompin' in New York, I wear my blue Tims
I'm a Bluestar, rapper not a singer
I got blue leather interior and blue Power Rangers
Blue diamonds in my grill, blue underwear
New blue socks, blue rocks in my watch
Blue Air Force Ones when I'm chillin' with Nelly
Got girls puttin' "I love you, Baby Blue" 'cross they belly
Baby Blue be the truth in that baby blue coupe with no roof gettin' these chickens loose
I back that Goose, Pretty Ricky and Pitbull runnin' Miami, what they do?
I'm a gangsta more OG than Cheerios spilled on Gucci seats
I run my turf like Nike cleats, Baby Blue, Pretty Ricky, man, that be me
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