Blueberry Muffin - Chillinit

Woo, haha

This for my fam

Every king has a queen, know what I’m sayin'

Haha, check, check

Like baby, why we gotta trip?

Why you bustin' out my grip?

Why you cussin' while I drive, just to fuck you in my whip?

Smokin' something like my bitch

Instead we getting high, then we fight and then we slip

Yeah the the fuck’s you got’s the dip?

I ain’t got CC’s

Baby don’t be PG, baby keep this R

Make a movie, make it 3D

I ain’t bout the skeet skeet

But all them other men are make you cum are getting deep deep

I’m pressing 'til your knee’s weak, and then you start to see me

We got emotional sides, the only difference we close em' inside

I mean how the fuck you think I deal with pressures

I’m 'sposed to provide of a father if he opens his eyes?

There ain’t no closure in life

All we do is pray, and hope we don’t die

So bredrin, please just check my vocals are right, and this music blow on the

mic

Pray the lord send me pussy, money, dope in my life

I know it’s wrong, but baby hope that I’m right, for real

Uhh, that’s why I take her to the hood

Maybe show her to my fam, show her Blake is doing good

I would chase her and pursue her, ain’t no woman like my woman

Trust me bro, you know this woman, you would chase her if you knew her

Take her on the tour, mix the Bailey’s and Kahlua

Then fuck her up on the top floor of sold out shows

Just to roll another swisher up then roll out smoke

I ain’t busy fuckin' 'round with these old town hoes no more

Country music rap shit

Same shit that probably made the 80's do a backflip

Same bitch, probably get her' wetter than a baptist

Baptise pussy’s just to bless it on a mattress like one time

Used to ball in the club, now I can’t believe we fallin' in love

Now I used to hit the plug at late nights, and make the call for the drugs

Now I’m home at late night 'case she calls me to fuck

And I’ll be right there, yeah the pussy tied there

Baby, like my hater you know I fuck you right, yeah

Now you sayin' I don’t give a fuck, well baby I care

Always breakin' phones when we argue, get me iCare, like yeah

We argue when we meet, then we argue when we leave

Now days I get to argue when I’m 30,000 feet, fuckin' WiFi

Ment to feel connected, disconnected, this is bye-bye

We should take a break from all the bullshit, take a ride by

The pot we smoked upon the cliff when it was night time

(Fuck that bullshit baby girl, just bring your white wine)