Lyrics:
you got green, I need benjis for sureski
You not gang, you not slime, you not kin, or my broski (gang)
Shoutout to folks, I turn up with my broski
(Quincy tell 'em)
Everybody's asking, "When the album's coming out?
What you rapping 'bout? What's the album called?
Who you got on there? What
They say "Chance you be acting like a fool"
But I'm sending momma to Cabo as soon as it hit it June
Licenses all green I'm moving
No time for me
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
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
En un momentito, voy a introducir lo que pasa y lo que va a pasar
Todos los artistas dicen que van a comprarse una casa con vista al mar
Yo
op m'n gezin
En wat m'n zoon is
Zeg je mattie hoe het zit
Wie die ouwe van je is
Als ze vragen wie het in Madame Tussauds is
Yes track 3, produced by
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
Still got love for the team
Still got love for the cream
Still got love for the green
And i still got love for the streets
And I still got love for
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
The Al Green offspring, guns and the melody
The big shot, wrist on cryotherapy
Soon as I press that button
Nigga better get right like the ambulance's
the sell-out
You gotta get an album out, you owe it to the people
We're so happy we can hardly count
Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart?
vor Primark entführt
Drive-By, Schüsse aus der Beifahrertür
Meine T-Shirt-Größe kann nicht jeder Mensch anziehen
Denn sie hat mehr ,X‘e als ein
Henny and lean isn't making you badder
Spending the green isn't making you better
Earlier me was honestly sadder
Living my dream my music is power
option number 5
She Holly, and I'm her Tommy, her wallet is full of Johnnies
Honestly, I'm appalled by the cash she bring around me, yeah
What's a flex? I
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
down
Gave the weakest verse on my weakest album
Fuck that clown, wish upon a star you can get one fan
Fantano called - you wanna bite his hand?
The one
an opportunist
I'm like I got to do this, wanna be recognized by the people I'm influenced
By
Man Just put in drive
We're going a ride on this album where
I seen many men fold, many hearts turn cold
Many died by any means on the long road to the cheddar green
Now baby this that funk, girls shake they
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Discuss these by s album album al green Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In