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letra de manna in da blue room - blue room mafia

[producer tag]
lauren ralph!

[hook: silence]
manna in the blue room
but i got purple
and i got green cards
manna in the blue room
manna in the blue room
but i got purple
i’m mistah murkle
manna in the blue room
manna in the blue room
and i got green cards
and i got dreams bruv
man in the blue room

[verse 1: h1]
sipping on my sip so slow-mo (purps)
loving on my bro no homo (gang)
blasting all my shit no promo (flesh)
h1 i stay so loco (crazy)
h1 i stay so crazy (loco)
paranoid switching up my lady (paris)
blue room i be there daily (base)
bare bandos with the fake e (trap)
f-ck that boy they’re mainstream (bait)
everybody knows that i make p (money)
six figs used to be a big dream (becoming)
got one crud it’s supreme (pray)
tools on a bag, yeah supreme (wappah)
make hard tunes, yeah it’s routine (lazy)
hold tight my squad that’s the blue team (squad)
check soundcloud better tune in (lr)

[verse 2: silence]
summertime man go cannon with the ammo
2-2 sit bun dank with fam-o
110 beaters rock them rago
blacked out tracksuit look like shadow
cos i come from the ends where cells get lit
man bust round in stolen whips
while teenage girls have newborn kids
grow up fast or get left real quick
new bruddas on the ends and they’re moving bookey
can’t find h probably f-cking a groupie
brm, man this shit’s a movie
skrr in the whip outfit looks bougee
quick 16 in my iphone notes
bill up the ting make my eyes look low
don’t flip o’s but i look broke
most man chat gas they ain’t never pushed dro

[verse 3: kojay]
yo manna in da blue room sipping that purp
man already know that i’m putting in work
riding around in the dark man thought i was 67 just because i said “let’s lurk”
man wanna chat shit and then he got hurt
man wanna chat shit got left in a he-rs-
no ifs or buts or maybes, manna-man’s crazy
watch manna let the ting burst
manna in da blue room, writing a new tune
sending winners like say a man’s bluetooth
and i don’t move sweet like fruit juice
i move crazy cos i got a screw loose
in the booth i spit them real bars as a truth
bars fresh like they wrapped fires in the youth
i’m at it for my city yeah it’s gritty in brum
yeah we make these other rappers wanna draw for the noose

- blue room mafia

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