Lyrics:
changed the way you kiss me
We used to be so so soulful
Al Green on the background vocals
T total were on the next high
We get by with a so called
I can't complain
And inside the radio's playing a song so soft and serene
Is that a soulful Willy Mason or a modern Al Green
Well the truth is
Chamberlain
Check the hussle
Send a shrug towards the struggle
Listerine and Al Green to squeeze a fuck out of a cuddle
But stuck out of the huddle whenever
(Al Geno on the track)
One foot on the line, I'm feelin' like a tight end (like a tight end)
For my darkest times, I just go buy bright lens (buy
mine
And pray the real ones never die
Serenades from that money machine, Al Green
Hot boy, 400 degrees, so extreme
Only seen the sun once in a week,
(people)
Politic with Al Green, and now we're
(Singin together)
(Love is) - Yeah doin it for black and white
That's my (people)
Get tight altogether, so
gon'
Pass it or pop it
I still got a ratchet, a mask in the closet
Nigga
Ayo, I copped the Beamer with low mileage
I heard bein' broke by
People don't
filled up to the can!
taking pre orders VIP to the fans
Serving everybody to the mid West lands
Like Al Capon I'm bad to the bone.
King of Chicago where
ok
Non invecchio tipo Dorian gray
Tu sei un circo tipo moira Orfei
Sto con i brada che a fine serata ne bevono 26
Gioco al bj
Dammi lo stage
Che lo
spelling out Gemini
In the dark love sparks
Thug love in your heart
Not making love to Al Green shit we bumpin Tu Pac
Cause I'm a rider, you my rider
We
spark thug luvin you hard
not makin love to Al Green shyt we`re bumpin 2pac
cuz ima rida
you my rida
we gon be together til somebody dies-a
and god willin
Never slowing down niggas mustard fucked up
I'm yelling ketchup now
Stocks going up by the record
So do not hit my jack
Unless it's checks around
Or it's
Schrank als
Ich hab' Steak auf dem Grill, sag mir
Wer will noch Beef?
Ich bin immer nachts produktiv, Pepp, Coke
Fuck Ritalin mama Erde green, Nachtmedizin
mix the sprite with the perc
Yea yea
Was getting slow dough now the money right
Smoke with the team lets al take flight
I ain't the richest hoes used
Chico
Gettin all this green my pockets fat just like that nigga Ceelo
Get up on the track and the kill beat I feel like i'm Al Geno
Watched my people die
Pfefferminz-Green
(scurr) After Eight
Ich hab' einen Hoodie an von BAPE
Farbe grape (burr)
Bikini Bitches sucken Dick, geben Deepthroats
(sheesh) für Fame auf
one noticed
Feel me!Coastin' by the ocean sets go
With the back doors open
But in wind when it's freezin'
Stay bent like scoliosis
Feelin' like Al
impressed by
The fame in this era
Shit, my girl a queen, she don't need a tiara
We don't need an umbrella either
Just give us the rain we don't need help
They
money
It’s the bankstas that ganked us
It ain’t the Taliban that killed this country
Al Qaeda coming so let’s run
With this redrum for them hedge funds
bitch che mi chiama, levati da qui
Sto sippando green sopra un AMG
Io ti ho visto fottere con quelli lì (yeah)
(Perché non lo dici a tutti
Che tu sei una
praying for something
living a whole coast apart
never realizing what's on the horizon
he looked in her eyes'n
(it was a wrap)
it was some old Al Green
(Al Geno, on the motherfuckin' track)
If you postin' on the internet, I can't be that real
Walk with me, I'ma show you what these niggas really
Zinedine
But I'm not French, I'm from Manchester and I'm licking off headtops clean
Licking off headtops like Jet Li
I went through more green than
rhymes used to ride with nets
Flight at the midnight high with jets
You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the sets
And I'm teflon down, t shirts
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