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thePearlParadigm Video (MV)




Performed By: Trell.fm
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Darrian Julks




Trell.fm - thePearlParadigm Lyrics
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I've been outside all summer
Blue collar bag blitz
Chasing that fetty, I'm dizzy, it got me nauseous
Steady corrupting my soul to garner the profit
I think I'm overdue for the link and a mix
1800 at the Cheetah might take me a sip
Lot of blue in the air we brought the sky in the strip
Lot of blues in the room it look like we bang crip
Nothing better to do than to stand on ten
How you block me and tell your girls that we friends
Oh you too busy choosing baby they can have you
Get her number and forget it before I leave the bathroom
I'm so stiff on a bih
I'ma need massage therapy
They dancing to the stories that I tell like they Cherokee
These niggas piss me off and I don't have the room to sympathize
No motion for a lame damn I know they feel paralyzed
Them boys bluffin Them boys bluffin
Come f*ck with the real
Come f*ck with the real
Look I can't tell you who it is
But I can tell you who it ain't
Who it ain't
Come f*ck with the real
I been outside all summer
Blue collar bag blitz
Chasing that Fetty, I'm dizzy, it got me nauseous
Steady corrupting my soul to garner the profit
I think I'm overdue for the link and a mix
I'm at the bar I might take me a sip
Lot of blue in the air we brought the sky in the strip
Lot of blues in the room it look like we bang crip
I been outside all summer
Oh you a real road burner
Oh you a bad bih swerver
Heartbreaker headturner
Niggas steal the sauce and try to serve it
But these niggas ain't me and that's for certain
She wanna get married, that's a burden
Hitman come and hire me from murder
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Oh yeah
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English

I've been outside all summer
Blue collar bag blitz
Chasing that fetty, I'm dizzy, it got me nauseous
Steady corrupting my soul to garner the profit
I think I'm overdue for the link and a mix
1800 at the Cheetah might take me a sip
Lot of blue in the air we brought the sky in the strip
Lot of blues in the room it look like we bang crip
Nothing better to do than to stand on ten
How you block me and tell your girls that we friends
Oh you too busy choosing baby they can have you
Get her number and forget it before I leave the bathroom
I'm so stiff on a bih
I'ma need massage therapy
They dancing to the stories that I tell like they Cherokee
These niggas piss me off and I don't have the room to sympathize
No motion for a lame damn I know they feel paralyzed
Them boys bluffin Them boys bluffin
Come f*ck with the real
Come f*ck with the real
Look I can't tell you who it is
But I can tell you who it ain't
Who it ain't
Come f*ck with the real
I been outside all summer
Blue collar bag blitz
Chasing that Fetty, I'm dizzy, it got me nauseous
Steady corrupting my soul to garner the profit
I think I'm overdue for the link and a mix
I'm at the bar I might take me a sip
Lot of blue in the air we brought the sky in the strip
Lot of blues in the room it look like we bang crip
I been outside all summer
Oh you a real road burner
Oh you a bad bih swerver
Heartbreaker headturner
Niggas steal the sauce and try to serve it
But these niggas ain't me and that's for certain
She wanna get married, that's a burden
Hitman come and hire me from murder
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Oh yeah
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Writer: Darrian Julks
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