Lyrics:
Skinny niggas with a full pound, turn to Deebo
Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo
Y'all niggas talking 'bout murder, that ain't be though
Fuck
carried by the chorus
You don't wanna see me in a bad mood
Y'all steady in the trash racoon
Never draw but ya loss right when
What I ink get under your skin
on BEPRO, yeah
Young nigga made so much off green might put it in my name like Cee Lo
Break up sex turn make up she looking at my belly button sucking what’s
n'em told me (yes she did)
I say to have a choice to be who you wants to be
Is left uppa to me, and my momma nem told me
[Cee-Lo]
No, nooo,
Chico
Flood the block with the Astro rock like he Nino
Fuck you I'm crazy feeling like I'm Cee-lo
I'll smoke my dog trynna cross me like Rico
Homie got
Freakin' up in the Nico, my ego got really negro
Throw the heat, go easy though, though 'em like dice in cee-lo
Makin' him scream and moan, ah, send him
Frankie Crocker or Lamarr Renee
'Cause both of them are radio DJ's
Otis Redding be sittin by the dock of the bay
I'm bound to wreck your body
a couple nuts
She grown she gone do what she want
Her and her friends came
To the party just to stunt
Her mad pissed her off
So I told her hit the blunt
By
Yeah my shorty fine asl
Know I want lil cee cee
She always tell me watch my back
These nigga they wanna be me
So I keep a Glock
Stand by da do
Bullets
(LAUGHTER)
IT'S LADY CEE
I'M BAAAACK...MOTHERFUCKERS....
THOUGHT THAT I WAS LEAVING?
I AIN'T DOING SHIT FOR SHOW
I JUST DO THIS SHIT FOR SURE
IF
hope dis make yall feel some type of way
First of the year im out my body takin flight today
Go against the grain the glizzy take yo life away
I love dem
more
Blowing dro in the wind
Like I'm Trick and Cee-Lo
I was walking down the path
By my lonely
4-4 on me
So please don't approach
If you don't
it's vevo
Nigga stop the flexing she a b hoe
All my money green nigga cee lo
Yeah I gotta bitch singing like she cee lo
I can't fuck with her she
them "ZKs"
Rambo knife by the name of "Ramz"
We say "cash, Ps, racks, Gs", we don't really call them "bands"
In L.A, it's Escalades, in the ends, it's
a full pound, turn to Deebo
Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo
Ya'll niggas talking 'bout murder, that ain't be though
Fuck around and get
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
it?)
Break break break break break it down
Ayo, Ayo
Fuck You like Cee Lo, buck it then I reload
Sippin' Pellegrino, shoot this shit like Tarantino
bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get
like is this shit that my peoples' on
Molecules, Cee-Low, Smash, Dres and my nigga Lawnge
Now I kick the titles Black Sheep, the Legion
Yeah, you
over Cee
Over my dead body, wey person go make feel like say my kpa no reach
I ain't even got a lot to give
Almost forgotten now how to live
Nmm lo lo lo
you tell? That she wants my niño
New Moschino (check), I'll take that I'm DeeBo (gimme that)
Golden boy, I'll hop out like I'm Cee-Lo (yes!)
Pardon
glistening
Heard she from the deep
Literally, metaphysically
Every time she see me she like
("Tio, Tio") crazy for the green just like
(Cee-Lo, Cee-Lo)
I'm
train left the station with the Great Migration
Bloody tracks left right by the drain
Say the name
Candlesticks in the dark
Visions of bodies being burned
bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get
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