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few drinks, then im out
So I straighten up my act and keep doin' my thing
Gettin' the green,
nah mean,
getting it clean
But I stayed by the bar cause I

I need a boujie bitch I swear to god I do not like no groupie bitch! She just wanna take pics up in my ride no she aint used to this. Nail it when I

Slow Loud And Bangin
And you'll be in the dust

It's a known fact I
Got a mouthpiece contaminated
Niggas hate it knowing they can't fade it
Innovated by

after he capture me?
Or will he keep me alive?"
Picture my anamosity
The thought of me killin' you 'for
I eat you is generosity!

Where are the ride

shawty rollin up a four
I be in the paper and the streets see your ho
Haulin up and down in the foreign ride slow
King louie banging like the
Folks in

Magic School Bus ride?
I'm thirty-six, my flow's certified
You should wash your face with spermicide
I'm gonna try to fly and stay divine
And, if I don't

Askim by vi stacker green
Ingen fucker med cliquen min
Frekke bitches vi ringer de
Så gutta hitter en linje til

Alle gutta flex flex flexer
Alle gutta

Wonder even gon' regain his sight
cfrica's gon' be run by blacks
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
Ride like a maniac
cll in the Cadillac
livin' life

sleep
(I don't know why I don't sleep)
All my sleep deprived niggas, ride

Going fast, Paul Walker
I ain't have my strap
So I hit 'em with a walker
And I

uh, I got a nina by my side
Got a bad bitch, she said she wan' ride
Niggas hanging wit' me like I'm Lil Skies
Me and my bitch, we Bonnie and Clyde

Resident Evil I'm having them dead guys
cll of the season I'm burnt like a french fry
Ride like the Beatles, my diamond on tie-dye
Having more chicken than

a point or two
Shit you outta town you don't know one
Cash out  Cash out

I been on the ride like a Cowboy
From the South from the down low down low down

Yeah I gotta get mine
I spent my summer gettin high and stealing stop signs
You know you smell that strong on me when you walk by
Ridin round swervin

people, my life the Corleone
Wow, probably let off the 40
Ride that while I'm with people
They gon have to see you, it's evil

Money is the motive, got my

breathe"
Still on my feet 
Game of Musical Chairs
This assed out route
cll too familiar
Like deaf clings to the hearing impaired
Some blinded by light 
But

choose my words 'n speak wella
Dark skin man, I'm a handsome fella
Yeah I fuck with greens
Kush and cash 'n still got bills
Lord saved me from the ol'

candles
Treat her like a bitty and give her a sample
Talkin' 'bout she gon' ride this dick
You're gonna need a good grip
To hold this handle (Just cool)
M

Find me in the sale like Jose
We ride around we all at home asleep
Spit fat Adel we Rolling Deep
Got the baddest green in my grocery
And everything going

couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my

all inside
When all you got to do is
Call me and take a ride
Listen to some 40, Nas, or Do or Die
She brought a pair of heels, sandals
And puma clydes

You ain't got no bread, ah

Yeah, ha
What's killing, I got too much green
Ha, bitch my foreign speed (Foreign speed)
Ha, pop out Gucci tee
Pop out

and ready to ride
You'll get charred by Arcanine
And nobody's gonna hear your bark in time
Who needs firearms, when got a Magmar
Look at my scars
I'm no

most of all I remember you
Will soon be leavin' me the colour blue

So I think I'll take a ride
Out to the colour green
I let the air go through my hair

My name's Mac ecstasy, cocaine and crack
None of that I just smoke green
While Chinese people eat your cat
Roll by on a low-ride Huffy
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