[Intro: Robb Banks & Sade]
Fuck you think you goin?
For real
Mwah
Blue is the color of the red sky
Will he—? Will he come home tonight?
Blue is the color that she feels inside
Matador, I can't hide my fear anymore (Niggas lookin left, keep that iron on me)
Ha, ha, ha, I keep that toaster on me
Niggas lookin left, keep that iron on me
Ha, uh, I keep that toaster on me
Niggas lookin left, keep that iron on me
[Chorus]
This shit real, lil' baby, fuck how you feel, lil' baby
I already know you a traitor
Pull up, double park the Mercedes
End of the road for us, I already drove you crazy
Better not call my phone, I stand on
Everything you hear me saying
Nigga, I'm from westside road, next to the store
Now I'm a star, lil' baby
[Verse 1]
Hol up, I need me some real nigga theme music
I don't think you niggas understand how I been through it
Ridin in the 'Lac, it was me, Juice & Dooney
I swear time the only thing you can't buy for me
Sit down, cross your legs, do it like your momma said, yeah (SSETT, SSETT)
Ride it from the byke like pegs, Lance Armstrong that dick (let's go)
Aye, what the fuck you tellin me?
5-4 felonies, like Bill Bellamy, no, Lord
Yeah, I'm killin' her physically, killin' her mentally
No, I ain't felt shit since you broke my heart
I'll make em remember me, look at the legacy
And I can't share that with no one
Talkin' 'bout it tearing up, baby, why would you break my heart?
Fuck you think you goin?
For real
Mwah
Blue is the color of the red sky
Will he—? Will he come home tonight?
Blue is the color that she feels inside
Matador, I can't hide my fear anymore (Niggas lookin left, keep that iron on me)
Ha, ha, ha, I keep that toaster on me
Niggas lookin left, keep that iron on me
Ha, uh, I keep that toaster on me
Niggas lookin left, keep that iron on me
[Chorus]
This shit real, lil' baby, fuck how you feel, lil' baby
I already know you a traitor
Pull up, double park the Mercedes
End of the road for us, I already drove you crazy
Better not call my phone, I stand on
Everything you hear me saying
Nigga, I'm from westside road, next to the store
Now I'm a star, lil' baby
[Verse 1]
Hol up, I need me some real nigga theme music
I don't think you niggas understand how I been through it
Ridin in the 'Lac, it was me, Juice & Dooney
I swear time the only thing you can't buy for me
Sit down, cross your legs, do it like your momma said, yeah (SSETT, SSETT)
Ride it from the byke like pegs, Lance Armstrong that dick (let's go)
Aye, what the fuck you tellin me?
5-4 felonies, like Bill Bellamy, no, Lord
Yeah, I'm killin' her physically, killin' her mentally
No, I ain't felt shit since you broke my heart
I'll make em remember me, look at the legacy
And I can't share that with no one
Talkin' 'bout it tearing up, baby, why would you break my heart?
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