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ShaqnLivin - Blue Cheese Lyrics




This week is the when I get home
Until you know around 2 in the morning
That's when I'm free right now
The weekend I got the baby sitter which I may
Be able to come out

Yeah
The shit that we be doing
Might just need to document it
Militant got me moving
Like the 5 per centers
Chicks complementary now the
Whips complement us
Intercontinental my life is so monumental
I swear this shit was meant to be
This shit was meant for me
Now the cards ain't got no
Limits like I'm master P
And every time we in the spot it's a catastrophe
Neatly crashed the V
Paparazzi after me
Couldn't take a day off
Knew the it would pay off
We was working overtime
Like we in the playoffs
Trynna get that 100M ticket
Cribs paid off
Plus a chick that
Handle money like she Bernie Ma doff
I paid a price for the game, So what it cost (So what it cost)
I fade way like I'm Mike up in the 4th
Its either head our tails so win the toss (Yeah)
Just wanna ball Im willing to risk it all
Hop in the porch we floss like Nicky Barnes
This ain't a joke my nigga we really on
The team strong all heavy weights (What else)
It's no more looking back
Im scraping every plate

(Ay)
Okay gang in this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Gang in this bitch, Who ain't wit us (Ay)
Okay Cash in this shit
Dash in the whip, Take a picture (Ooh)
Okay roll up the weed cut up the weed
Wit a scissors (Ay) (Where day at)
Okay I'm back on my shit
Stacked all my chips 40 figures (Ay)

Rolling in the middle of the night I'm with all my niggas (Oooh)
If you see your man shorty pulling up
Better mind ya business
Rolling blunts in the government trucks like politicians (Politicians)
Got the shooter in the cut don't
Jump nigga I ain't flinching

Uh
They wanna hit us for in Interview
Cause that's the only way they getting through
Who Am I judge I be sinning too
Look I done served weight served
Fines and dinner food shit is true (UH)
It's no keys how we locking in
Had to drop the top feel the breeze from inside the benz
He don't want smoke if he did would dropped his pin
He just copped his first drop had to
Spin the block again (Uh)
Out in Turks a Caicos
We rocking kicks
Got em like when they did make those
I'm turning tables from wearing the same clothes
To pushing whips right off the lot
That's how the game goes
Always know id be where I needed
Taking time just to weave through the demons
Don't take my kindness for weakness
Shit cold we just switch up the seasons
Blue cheese spent it all on my Jesus
Click moving prestige's

Okay gang in this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Gang in this bitch, Who ain't wit us (Ay)
Okay Cash in this shit
Dash in the whip, Take a picture (Ooh)
Okay roll up the weed cut up the weed
Wit a scissors (Ay) (Where day at)
Okay I'm back on my shit
Stacked all my chips 40 figures (Ay)

Rolling in the middle of the night I'm with all my niggas (Oooh)
If you see your man shorty pulling up
Better mind ya business
Rolling blunts in the government trucks like politicians (Politicians)
Got the shooter in the cut don't
Jump nigga I ain't flinching

I'm just chilling right now in the Studio
Bout to finish some stuff up

What you doing up this early...
Something is wrong witch or you didn't go to sleep yet

I woke up but I went back to sleep
Gotta wake back up and get too it
I feel you
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English

This week is the when I get home
Until you know around 2 in the morning
That's when I'm free right now
The weekend I got the baby sitter which I may
Be able to come out

Yeah
The shit that we be doing
Might just need to document it
Militant got me moving
Like the 5 per centers
Chicks complementary now the
Whips complement us
Intercontinental my life is so monumental
I swear this shit was meant to be
This shit was meant for me
Now the cards ain't got no
Limits like I'm master P
And every time we in the spot it's a catastrophe
Neatly crashed the V
Paparazzi after me
Couldn't take a day off
Knew the it would pay off
We was working overtime
Like we in the playoffs
Trynna get that 100M ticket
Cribs paid off
Plus a chick that
Handle money like she Bernie Ma doff
I paid a price for the game, So what it cost (So what it cost)
I fade way like I'm Mike up in the 4th
Its either head our tails so win the toss (Yeah)
Just wanna ball Im willing to risk it all
Hop in the porch we floss like Nicky Barnes
This ain't a joke my nigga we really on
The team strong all heavy weights (What else)
It's no more looking back
Im scraping every plate

(Ay)
Okay gang in this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Gang in this bitch, Who ain't wit us (Ay)
Okay Cash in this shit
Dash in the whip, Take a picture (Ooh)
Okay roll up the weed cut up the weed
Wit a scissors (Ay) (Where day at)
Okay I'm back on my shit
Stacked all my chips 40 figures (Ay)

Rolling in the middle of the night I'm with all my niggas (Oooh)
If you see your man shorty pulling up
Better mind ya business
Rolling blunts in the government trucks like politicians (Politicians)
Got the shooter in the cut don't
Jump nigga I ain't flinching

Uh
They wanna hit us for in Interview
Cause that's the only way they getting through
Who Am I judge I be sinning too
Look I done served weight served
Fines and dinner food shit is true (UH)
It's no keys how we locking in
Had to drop the top feel the breeze from inside the benz
He don't want smoke if he did would dropped his pin
He just copped his first drop had to
Spin the block again (Uh)
Out in Turks a Caicos
We rocking kicks
Got em like when they did make those
I'm turning tables from wearing the same clothes
To pushing whips right off the lot
That's how the game goes
Always know id be where I needed
Taking time just to weave through the demons
Don't take my kindness for weakness
Shit cold we just switch up the seasons
Blue cheese spent it all on my Jesus
Click moving prestige's

Okay gang in this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Gang in this bitch, Who ain't wit us (Ay)
Okay Cash in this shit
Dash in the whip, Take a picture (Ooh)
Okay roll up the weed cut up the weed
Wit a scissors (Ay) (Where day at)
Okay I'm back on my shit
Stacked all my chips 40 figures (Ay)

Rolling in the middle of the night I'm with all my niggas (Oooh)
If you see your man shorty pulling up
Better mind ya business
Rolling blunts in the government trucks like politicians (Politicians)
Got the shooter in the cut don't
Jump nigga I ain't flinching

I'm just chilling right now in the Studio
Bout to finish some stuff up

What you doing up this early...
Something is wrong witch or you didn't go to sleep yet

I woke up but I went back to sleep
Gotta wake back up and get too it
I feel you
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Writer: Jotham Paul, Shaquille Townsend, Travon Livingston
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