88GLAM - Blue Faces Lyrics

In the sky, throw 'em in the sky
All these blue faces

Counting up all these blue faces
G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite
She gon' pick that guap off the stages
(Throw 'em in the sky, throw 'em in the sky)
Say you were my dog, now you're hating
Counting up all these blue faces (I got all these ones, yeah)
To the G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite
She gon' pick my guap off the stages
Balenciaga on my jeans
You hating on me, fine by me

Mino World Peace, got the strip club at war
Gotta make at least three, three, pit stops on tour, three
Ran into your bitch and I sexed it
Man, shit been getting hella reckless
And, who I'm with, you guessed it
Any of you step on my Raf, it's a death wish
Mino World Peace, got the strip club at war
Gotta make at least three, three, pit stops on tour, three
Say what I mean when I'm gone off a bean
Fucking on him, fucking on me
Deep in that pussy, I tell her I swim
Pass it GB, then pass it to me

Counting up all these blue faces
G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite
She gon' pick that guap off the stages
(Throw 'em in the sky, throw 'em in the sky)
Say you were my dog, now you're hating
Counting up all these blue faces (I got all these ones, yeah)
To the G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite
She gon' pick my guap off the stages
Balenciaga on my jeans
You hating on me, fine by me

1-800-KNOT's, got these hundreds in my section
She gon' drop the top, feed her guac like a Mexican
I can't work no job, Glam a boss 'til I'm resting
She gon' hit my line when she off, not a question
Let little shawty know I get my way and I like the fast one
Better that you go and cut that rope, you need a bad one
Boyfriend on your phone, he so annoying, he a sad one
You about your bread, ain't going home until you had some
I don't go check accounts unless I'm sitting in the bank, huh
Pulling out, it's a flex
Mercedes Benzo, it's a wagon
Double G, don't wear Guess, his wrist on ice, my diamonds dancing
88 throwing dubs, we making it rain inside of Mansion

Counting up all these blue faces
G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite
She gon' pick that guap off the stages
(Throw 'em in the sky, throw 'em in the sky)
Say you were my dog, now you're hating
Counting up all these blue faces (I got all these ones, yeah)
To the G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite
She gon' pick my guap off the stages
Balenciaga on my jeans
You hating on me, fine by me