Lyrics:
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B-I-G and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them
acteurs de ce
Mouvement n'ont pas écouté
Ann Peebles, Gil Scott-Heron
Ni compris Wu Tang Clan
Peu connaissent Al Green ou Donny Hathaway
Encore moins UTFO,
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
Motorino motorino I'm on set like al paccino
You know we know you know
She gamora like a green hoe
Motorino motorino wake me up like cappuccino
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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
ride out
Oh lord, four boys, in a four by four textin' four whores like.. (Woooh)
Back to this ride shit
Liph on his passenger side shit
You know
Crank up the volume, what you value lately?
The album out it sounds amazing and production wavy
They love to hate me
It wasn't cause I hung around
king
Riots, gimme ya head and i'mma fry it
Try it, i just might be the nicest you ever saw or seen
Cats are jammin like mitch green, more albums than al
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
shit you spoiled
How you on the L O Y Al gone spell it for you
F he need a reason
U don’t need to please him
C you don’t believe him
K o that he sleeping
and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just
geben Besos
Baby ich will Pesos
Run that shit up, count it up als wär ich Bezos
Knock 'nen Skinnyboy out, solo huezos
Leave him mueco, hasta luego
Geb
als een lazy fuck puff puff
Pas geprepareerd taf geïnhaleerd skaffa
Goed geïnstaleerd dus broeder geef me meer ganja
En schrik niet van die sticky weed
with the wrong girl
Thinking don’t forget me,
Now I’m off a bottle of the henny
And I’m stressing
And the messages aint sending
And they coming up green
(Tweaker) mm, mm, mm, mm
(Yung Star on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I done got green from the
Yeah
Wayne (ah-ha)
Batman, tutto Balmain (seh)
Pila di cash il mio green pass
Io Sinatra e tu Fontaine (brrr)
Ho appuntamento con mezzo milione
E c'ho il
co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!
(singing)
Flies all green an'
Estamo' pa' quedarnos, no es subidón
Rey de las aguas como Poseidon
Hablo con las máscaras flow halloween
Me tiro en rojo no espero al green
La paso
Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac
We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatching our bread
U.F.O.'s moving in with bigger plans than Fed, yo
Knock on Daddy-O's
Exhalo Steam del Green
Le paso al Team
Champnagne no hay lean
Al chin chin
Traigo toa' la magia en una caja tuneada del Smint
El Txamping
El camping del
the motherfucker"
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin' "the vapors"
Girls cryin' pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm
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