Blue Cheese
By Ghost Magneto (2019)
On album Blue Cheese (2019)
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[Chorus]
Pockets full of blue cheese, I go choppin' that lettuce
I'm rollin' in style, though, [?]
She lovin' Magneto that bitch got a fetish
I ball in the game, got me feelin' athletic
I Balmain my jean used to rock [?]
These niggas just jealous the stories they telling
They lying, they plottin' I stay with my weapon
Long as I'm getting mine you can keep all the extra
Cup full of syrup I be full of that Texas
I pop me a perc and get full of that cet
You gon cry in a Bentley or cry in a Lexus
She don't fuck with rookies she know I'm a vet
And I fuck with you shawty I can't even flex
When I get in that pussy it feel like the wettest
We get high and we fuck and we can't feel no stressin'
You sent straight from heaven you truly a blessin'
[Verse 1: BG Kenny Lou]
Know the street can get deadly when you chasin' fetti
She tellin' me lies think I go for whatever
I act like I buy it let her think she clever
I won't even sweat I'm a natural finesser
Since I jumped in the street been applying that pressure
You play with my gang we gon' teach you a lesson
Get put on a cross don't get put on a stretcher
I got too much muscle so I ain't even gotta flex
And she all on my dick asking when I'mma scoot her
She say I act fake and I ain't even blew her
She stay on her knees and I stay getting' chewed up
Squeezin' that Glock ‘till it's straight boy I'm juiced up
Hunnid young niggas you know we all tooled up
I been a boy since a man yeah I grew up
Been whackin' shit my best friend is a shooter
And bitch I'm the one and my name is Ken Lou
[Chorus]
Pockets full of blue cheese, I go choppin' that lettuce
I'm rollin' in style, though, [?]
She lovin' Magneto that bitch got a fetish
I ball in the game, got me feelin' athletic
I Balmain my jean used to rock [?]
These niggas just jealous the stories they telling
They lying, they plottin' I stay with my weapon
Long as I'm getting mine you can keep all the extra
Cup full of syrup I be full of that Texas
I pop me a perc and get full of that cet
You gon cry in a Bentley or cry in a Lexus
She don't fuck with rookies she know I'm a vet
And I fuck with you shawty I can't even flex
When I get in that pussy it feel like the wettest
We get high and we fuck and we can't feel no stressin'
You sent straight from heaven you truly a blessin'
[Verse 2: Ghost Magneto]
Bitch I got a pocket full of cheese I been trappin' these P
Bitch on her knees she expressin' her needs
I'm like "baby I don't rock like that, I'm so low key"
Bitch I'm so CMP so don't speak with me creep
Know that you heard that I'm deep in these street
Bust a nigga ass if he speak on the team
Bitch never done fucked on a nigga like me
My shooters overseas no my jeweler's supreme
Smokin' on cookies and cream I'm a legend
Already they scootin' up for me
When I tell her I want her, she pull off of me
All yo' niggas chabron all of my niggas street
All the youngin' they rootin' for me
I'm in love with blue cheese that shit do some to me
We ain't doin' no hidin' every day we outside, nigga try it
Sendin' shots at the team
[Chorus]
Pockets full of blue cheese, I go choppin' that lettuce
I'm rollin' in style, though, [?]
She lovin' Magneto that bitch got a fetish
I ball in the game, got me feelin' athletic
I Balmain my jean used to rock [?]
These niggas just jealous the stories they telling
They lying, they plottin' I stay with my weapon
Long as I'm getting mine you can keep all the extra
Cup full of syrup I be full of that Texas
I pop me a perc and get full of that cet
You gon cry in a Bentley or cry in a Lexus
She don't fuck with rookies she know I'm a vet
And I fuck with you shawty I can't even flex
When I get in that pussy it feel like the wettest
We get high and we fuck and we can't feel no stressin'
You sent straight from heaven you truly a blessin'
Pockets full of blue cheese, I go choppin' that lettuce
I'm rollin' in style, though, [?]
She lovin' Magneto that bitch got a fetish
I ball in the game, got me feelin' athletic
I Balmain my jean used to rock [?]
These niggas just jealous the stories they telling
They lying, they plottin' I stay with my weapon
Long as I'm getting mine you can keep all the extra
Cup full of syrup I be full of that Texas
I pop me a perc and get full of that cet
You gon cry in a Bentley or cry in a Lexus
She don't fuck with rookies she know I'm a vet
And I fuck with you shawty I can't even flex
When I get in that pussy it feel like the wettest
We get high and we fuck and we can't feel no stressin'
You sent straight from heaven you truly a blessin'
[Verse 1: BG Kenny Lou]
Know the street can get deadly when you chasin' fetti
She tellin' me lies think I go for whatever
I act like I buy it let her think she clever
I won't even sweat I'm a natural finesser
Since I jumped in the street been applying that pressure
You play with my gang we gon' teach you a lesson
Get put on a cross don't get put on a stretcher
I got too much muscle so I ain't even gotta flex
And she all on my dick asking when I'mma scoot her
She say I act fake and I ain't even blew her
She stay on her knees and I stay getting' chewed up
Squeezin' that Glock ‘till it's straight boy I'm juiced up
Hunnid young niggas you know we all tooled up
I been a boy since a man yeah I grew up
Been whackin' shit my best friend is a shooter
And bitch I'm the one and my name is Ken Lou
[Chorus]
Pockets full of blue cheese, I go choppin' that lettuce
I'm rollin' in style, though, [?]
She lovin' Magneto that bitch got a fetish
I ball in the game, got me feelin' athletic
I Balmain my jean used to rock [?]
These niggas just jealous the stories they telling
They lying, they plottin' I stay with my weapon
Long as I'm getting mine you can keep all the extra
Cup full of syrup I be full of that Texas
I pop me a perc and get full of that cet
You gon cry in a Bentley or cry in a Lexus
She don't fuck with rookies she know I'm a vet
And I fuck with you shawty I can't even flex
When I get in that pussy it feel like the wettest
We get high and we fuck and we can't feel no stressin'
You sent straight from heaven you truly a blessin'
[Verse 2: Ghost Magneto]
Bitch I got a pocket full of cheese I been trappin' these P
Bitch on her knees she expressin' her needs
I'm like "baby I don't rock like that, I'm so low key"
Bitch I'm so CMP so don't speak with me creep
Know that you heard that I'm deep in these street
Bust a nigga ass if he speak on the team
Bitch never done fucked on a nigga like me
My shooters overseas no my jeweler's supreme
Smokin' on cookies and cream I'm a legend
Already they scootin' up for me
When I tell her I want her, she pull off of me
All yo' niggas chabron all of my niggas street
All the youngin' they rootin' for me
I'm in love with blue cheese that shit do some to me
We ain't doin' no hidin' every day we outside, nigga try it
Sendin' shots at the team
[Chorus]
Pockets full of blue cheese, I go choppin' that lettuce
I'm rollin' in style, though, [?]
She lovin' Magneto that bitch got a fetish
I ball in the game, got me feelin' athletic
I Balmain my jean used to rock [?]
These niggas just jealous the stories they telling
They lying, they plottin' I stay with my weapon
Long as I'm getting mine you can keep all the extra
Cup full of syrup I be full of that Texas
I pop me a perc and get full of that cet
You gon cry in a Bentley or cry in a Lexus
She don't fuck with rookies she know I'm a vet
And I fuck with you shawty I can't even flex
When I get in that pussy it feel like the wettest
We get high and we fuck and we can't feel no stressin'
You sent straight from heaven you truly a blessin'
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