Lyrics:
it's fun, your man think we evenly skilled
He Mel Gibson, all that shit he believe, gon' get his son killed
Play with a match, fuck what you take it
warning
Satin sky's gone candy-apple green
The crushed metal of your little fine machine
You'll be comin' down now baby
You'll be comin' down
What
don't worry what it cost
I got curved by hoes cause I was rockin' bummy clothes
Now my flow so sick I give em' a runny nose
You can't ride with us we
gonna get hurt
I know I did you so wrong
I don't wanna make it worse
I played with your heart for fun
That's what you didn't deserve
I really don't
like a doll
How you my bro but you want me to fall
Fuck what you think nigga i seen it all
Roll up that dope wit my back gainst the wall
Ima grind till
to your heart
Don't you listen with your ears
Can you let me talk
Let me make it clear
Know you love control
Baby let me steer
I ain't got no hoes made them
when the first lie was told
By your baby's mama, saying she was abused
When all You was wanting was to spend an afternoon
With your two little girls,
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It's done with a flick of the wrist
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It's done with a flick of the wrist
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like
in the sky?
Well, have you ever seen another fella that's this fly? No?
All is see is that green, baby that cream
And it's that scene, and I really
see what you're in though
When you're drivin' by, watch you eye to eye
I know you see it, ooh Keisha
You know you did it
This love girl, you know you
me and you know I want you too
But can you keep this little secret baby just between me and you
I can tell by your walk that you break every hear
Why you ain't never keep it real why you ain't keep it 100
Why you say you had my back but now you always fronting
Baby I was down with you
I was
chain on
I don't care what they say
I put that ring on
Check out how these chicks be matchin' outfits made by VLONE
This ain't no cheap love, these
pretty to sleep alone
Nah baby we ain't going home alone
See the green that's in you're eyes
Only green I need to get high
Got me feeling like I'm the man
[B.G.]
UPT baby, this how we do around my way
Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle
But you can't knock the hustle, feel this
Nigga, I be
and throw it right back
(Right Back)
Tell me that you hate me
We gon' fight that
Use to call me baby now I'm light trash
Guess it's like that
Yeah I don't
low days
But she ain't do me wrong she left me right like both ways
Like how you tripping what you mean you're not my wife at all
She only want me for
this with all honesty
Baby you’re my only melody
Yeah you dunno what you do to me
Oh never leave my side
And I chose you out so easily
With maximum
Can't you see I’m trying to relax
I thought I told you to get out
Of here and leave me alone
What in the hell are you
Doing with that lawnmower
filled with some jack
And I got Al Green in the back
Aye better get off my
Unless you roll up
Not a day without Marijuana
Aye why my circle full of fake
nigga we gon hall that
Shorty say she gon stop fucking with my dog ass
Baby I'm chasing that green
I can't call back
I'm married to the fucking blue
I
anybody out there?
Turn up the mic we can't hear out here
Who, who, who
Hip-hop, won't you save me?
Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who
Hip-hop,
food for thought G
Starchy
Fuck with your posse
My offspring your culinary offering
Sitting in the kitchen bossing
I'm every shade of green
From what you
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