Guilty Simpson - Blue Collar lyrics

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Guilty Simpson - Blue Collar lyrics

[Verse:] I'm a blue collar rama And I'm on a body armor Rode me down pull me now like a dally lama From the city where the chopper is the party stopper Over before it started coldhearted started Starving from half a mill f** gold artiste What these f**ers eat sole garbage Your man fell off i guess he had his carma Keep your comments in something you not apart of Stop dropping road flows road arsense Terror is my error no margins You blood splatter decorate apartments They trying to figure where your parts went dark That chrome make them run home like what you hear to partfence A had a heart since knee high running in levis Singing he ya yo oh macdonald Got your b**h drinking in comeless caddle And enough sk**s to deep throat the whole bottle I'm so not your everyday AVG alo hollas Flip over your atv It's long they will never see I know what you need to destroy on the hpb And squad go apb I make them strip in them red shirts Put your face on it, it takes moments You don't have to wait on it i put in word too I want same bonus and if It's not same on us Same notice I'm not a lane we don't have highs Game of Gods of most giants Stonehenge is diamond is my abdominal game I like swallowing pain ingest destruction while I wobble the plane And he's serving his time for murdery lines Make way i don't play the popular game oh f** I guess it makes no sense that I'm further convincing you My pin hold down an upper peninsula Life for a king i put a person on If hiphop is dead then i don't think the success is real Shout out to Bill living on the hill Because I'm driven haters want to find the k** switch They trying to stop me but your text is sloppy To the freaks in the bed calling me papi How do you want it the intellect is fatigue is dead Thats a no no like sneaking a spread Low low while you speaking to the feds With photos that's where you got a sold album To weaken your thread and more flows from the fountains By force and know you off the high horse you on f** a motivator ain't nobody greater Inside the equator for now and later From digital to beta when i cater I serve you like a waiter with subpoena papers Put the pin game down constant f**ing with me using insane clown posse The one with the juggalo chicks drop them clothes And hop all over my dick like where the rubber go Damn yo you don't want it fair though Going in and going off like ammo You better don't have a cam though It will never happen I was made with this gift of rapping I got you for ever trapped in I am made all i do is write rhymes Get high and blaze Ryan Hayes And age to my dying days while i lay in J's For L's i get the sky praised