Lyrics:
thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that
the cash
Rap math
Back to back
Add one
And play that back
Yeah
I keep Green by the Cee-Lo
Nobody work harder than me though
Just smoked me a blunt but I need
starting to look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You want to see her again?
Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM"
I have dreams
wrist perfect timing
I'll kill a nigga bout my diamonds
Aloha a nigga with the hollow
Leave em blood covered like lilo
Chhain singing like cee-lo
Hella
the Top like a nip slip
I'm from the home of Andre 3000 Cee Lo and Big Gipp
Shine brighter than you niggas like I reside in the big dip
Smokin this gas so
Cee-lo
Swear my life is like a movie I'm Quentin Tarantino
You could play that in a cinema, i'll catch you up in Regal
Smoking something that's illegal,
Tell me money matter haa wale Myson
Reemah free man live man
Oro owo lo ba miiii you can’t come and kill man ode le wa kobamiiI
Maronu joy is
a bowl set and and something to roll
Got "Bodies" by Cee-Lo Green
Playing on a repeat
Tonight I wanna see you babe
Say word, what you gon do?
I get off
settin' a precedent,
Just like that John Denver track, I'll take it to your residence,
Yo that's a bad crew,
I'm not surprised by generic raps, shit, half
ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-Lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
never ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
doin, my name is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number
me your number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number 'cause I fucked her best friend
Peel the top off the can of Pellegrino
Lost my money at the tables, but I got it back in Cee-lo
I'm trying to have the bank account with all
don't drop that kilo
Dbo, fundz you can't miss me on road
Fundz, 'cause man's got green like Cee-Lo
Bro, bro went and bust that gun
I don't think that
door cold bust in
It was her fuckin' husband, six-foot ten
I knew my life would soon end
Homeboy tried to kill me, he didn't use a bomb or a gun
I was swellin
Hangin out on the corner playin cee-lo, rollin for half a kilo
Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin below
Yeah, straight gettin fortunate,
knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you
around
Heard of her
Lil bitch named Cee Cee
But when she give her info
She go by lakey key
Quit playing hoe
The city know you like dashiki
Suck dick good
that night her hot
Humpy performance of "Anaconda" was part of
A medley, and it was followed by a quick
Costume change that didn't quite reach
never need no bitch
Tell her take everything, don't leave your shit
Then I sent to her by her mama told her I'll holla
Tryin' get it poppin' now I'm
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth
I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin' pounds of weight
Fuck
Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her
the snakes, I cee-lo with that lucky seven
Talkin' Ice Cube, MAC 10, MAC 11
Leave your car wet, Garnett, yeah, Kevin
My proposition ain't the competition
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