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King B The Blues Come Over Me

blues, oh the blues, the blues Talking about the blues When the blues come over me Talking about the blues I have to go away The blues, the blues When the blues come over

blues, oh the blues, the blues Talking about the blues When the blues come over me Talking about the blues I have to go away The blues, the blues When the blues come over

sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio, prison even the TV All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B U N B

't hear it, I told ya It's nothin but bullshit lyrics in yo' folder (ha ha!) On the blues we come colder, Bun B's a boa constrictor, Twista inflicts the

, show your paper If you shining, show your bling King of the Underground, holding the throne down Want to try and take it from me, hater come on

I hope you niggas got your ringside seats Because it's whoop ass season Coming to a hood near you Everybody know what happen when you see me coming (Blacka

abuser. [Jamie Maddrox] As we capitilize and enterprise music scenes. Money movtivated goal in a dream. Like martin luther king. Hesitators pause, while we crack they jaws. Swoopin over

' mothafuckers And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh Now every nigga that crossed me's soprano 'Cuz

smokin' gun Think, I hear a steam whistle Lord, when my train gonna come Lord, when my train gonna come Lord, when my train gonna come Lord, when my train gonna come Lord, when my train gonna come