Lyrics:
cold copped a Montclair coat
All bout my green like my name was cee-lo
Nigga keep dissin get shot like a free throw
Pulled up to the party to fuck onna
hold the laughter
I'll have the porkchops call for backup
Riot in order, hair trigger, my niggas act up
Roll the dice with my life
Hit the Cee-Lo every
know me (Yuh)
Riding 'round let me stop by my auntie (Auntie)
Asked her 'bout it while she sippin' on her coffee (Coffee)
She say again, Lolo run it back
(Hah)
Cee-lo gains, bank was stopped
I throw trips, take the pot
(Ha ha haha) ha, I'm on top
You ain't gon' take my spot (Never)
I bet all of this paper
a freak hoe
My mama still working what I’m worried bout sleep for
Temper like cleo i need green like cee-Lo
Couple bricks in the trunk for any nigga
ain’t my OG
Parking lot pimpin’ niggas know me
Tweakin off the blizzy in the back seat
Cee-Lo and Soup will turn your block into a track meet
Run nigga
but I don't mean George
Fake the funk and end up in a morgue
But no, not me, no way, home slice
And when I play cee-lo I use my own dice
On the down
Eenie
Thought she was my first honestly evie
Tell 'em too much start thinking skeezy
All for the put on but it's giving leechy
And if you offended by that
I'm so fly
He tried to dap me off, I don't know guy
Push start the whip just watch how I blow-by
I know I made it when I rap on lo-fi
My bitch bad,
Bitches A Leo
You want smoke
I'm coming too
Yo peep hole
Getting green
Like that nigga Cee Lo
On the block
Watching out
For D's hoe
Yeah yeah
Buss down yo
lane like the lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo set
your collars up
Los playaz' han llegado
Throw your dollars up
Los playaz' han llegado
The Beat Cellar's in the building there's a lot of us
Yeah ok
It's
-- the peace was free, gone
What I need, what I want, what I see
Is two different things, two different...
[Chorus]
[Cee-Lo]
It was so
away the hours
Life's a fillet of fish, eh! Yes it is
Life's a happy song when there's someone by your side to sing along
I've got everything that I
a street Aristotel
It's policticians, catholics and christians
Kids who don't listen, on Riker's pissin
Life, can't play Cee-Lo with two dice
zorro cuando menos se lo esperan, OK!!
[Chorus 2x]
Yo lyrical traqui trac, no traten de engañar al mundo
Y diciendo mil palabras por
assigned (a sign)
It was by design
But I guess it came with a fine fine
Read with fine print
Smoking on Zaza, shit got a fine fine stench
How it's straight
like I'm Deebo
I been making green I guess you could call me Cee-lo
I been selling weed by the pound by the kilo
Talkin bout money all the time that's my
It goes one for the weather
Two for the trees
Three for the Imapalas, four for the Ds
I don't have a job cause
I'm employed by the streets
I make
Haha
ELCUBANITOGRINGO
Hahah
The king of Florida
You already know what it is
Lo más pegado que suena ahora
Let’s kill ‘em Montoya
Hahahah
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
hard
We can't go wrong, but we so flawed
Cee-lo, dawg, four-five-six
Stick-up boys, gimme all y'all shit
Run that corner like an all-out blitz
Mama gotta
Doing all that time
Free King Jeo
Shooting Cee-lo and
Reading books with Rio
Sharpen my mental just
To count by the kilo
Damn, Running out of ink
You know
Decisions to make
Verse 3: Khujo, Cee-Lo
Legalise the dope and make paper
Think it's time to pull another caper
outta my bag of tricks
These niggas ain't
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