Lyrics:
think of the LOX
I'll cut you're fuckin head off if your pinky ringshot
Then cum through you're block in a sticky green drop
Hop out and let off 53 shots
(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
The ambulance came right away.
Across the street, I heard him say:
"Al I got hit by a car,
You're a good friend Al, that's what you are."
Crushed like green
Suburban Houses
Opioid crisis by the ounces
And wives in blouses
Surrounded trees, kush and clouds around us
I'm glad you found this
I thought nobody
my brothers, I got pain all on this album cover
Might just make another, let it flow like butter
Let it go like Anna, catch the wave just like you
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
I said only Jay on top of me
What did I do this for?
To get the green and gain monopoly
Or urge you to eat your greens, your broccoli and mushrooms
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
anyone can see my new celebrity is you
When Steve McQueen and bennie Green (34) and
Geoffrey Beane (35)
Tried handing Joey Bushkin (36) a laugh
Both
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
As you smoke like a chimney
My album coming November
That's twenty years of memory
And that's assuming I'ma live that long
If I don't
Don't cry 'cause I
seamstress, who was schemin on Al's +Green+
You know they shoot for the stars and buckwild
Like the kids in the yard who play with +Jane's Child+
They took her to Elizabeth tailor to dry clean
The lone seamstress, who was schemin' on Al's Green
You know they shoot for the stars and buckwild
Like
nose, you knows what I mean (ah)
You know how it go, you know the Machine
My little Woe, he only nineteen
But he be on go, my nigga not green
My nigga
things
Sean, you're not even a rapper, bro
Then why am I on two songs on your album?
Yo, my son got rhymer's block, what a fucking clown
Man...oh wait,
I’ve been counting all my stack up
Then i went out, bought a Challenger
Dude pulled up at the light
Green light go
He did not challenge her
Spent 4K
I'm just talking over it
Like those famous people as if I can do that
Yeah, the albums pretty uh
It's not the best quality
But you know
I did it all by
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
take the green by a automobile machine, for
That thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine.
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream. Swinging
you see on screen
You pouring liquor I'm pouring lean
I'm sipping purple you sipping green
No NBA I'm in another league
Catchup lil nigga I'm in
Could you hold me down? (shit)
Could you hold me down?
I'm scoring green like I'm Kobe now
But they never wanna hold me down
Gotta slow it down (bitch)
I
And I`m tryin` to stick my ding-a-ling
Between one of these super badass bitches
"Say ho, oh, you don`t want me to talk to you like that?"
She say,
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
I rather play it cool while me and Dromen make moves
Shoutout to Made too, this brought to you by the crew
I wrote this just to show my fans some love
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