Lyrics:
five and six
Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or six-ed
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six
shit went? None!
So blessed I might just make a whole gospel album
Perform at Sun Daze, till it's time to rapture
Sean Don and Logic, instant classic
Green was the big thing
It was taken over by me
Reflecting on the fact
That your form tutor makes better raps
Ending off the fixture
This project was
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
the best of stories through
Our revelations to you by this Qur'an
And before the coming of divine inspiration to you, you were among those who were unaware
lips,
thighs hips everything five and six
Height five six, jeans five six,
benz green five and six keep me five or sixed
We know dice hit want cream fold,
green (it's not easy)
We'll tour new york by submarine (it's not easy)
We'll scuba dive the bronx and queens
It's not easy it's not easy
Critic talking
We can peep that
Like where the weed at
This one not for Sunday service
But you hear the gospel
5th album on the 7th
Should go play
They say "Chance you be acting like a fool"
But I'm sending momma to Cabo as soon as it hit it June
Licenses all green I'm moving
No time for me
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
(cause) I'm all in
If seen what I seen, then u'd prolly be all in
All in Like some greens in the pot, chicken grease hit ya nostrils/
smell like we eating
Wanted to show my Full Range
Lord, You train our hands for war
Teach us to outreach with our hands to the poor
Hit the streets with our sword and our
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
Car sick and throat sick and sick sick, exhausted
And overwhelmed by focusing on sound. We agree
Kanye's gospel album both
a motherfucker
Cause I really want it with the team
Roll up in a clean whip, puffin' on the green shit
Run up on your team quick, hit em with the beam clip
You
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
hit
I need some cheese, cheese, cheese
I ain't smiling bout sh**
I want them VVs on my neck and all on my wrist
I'm shooting green beans all this year
I
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
representamos marihuanos
Smoking the green shit , así hicimos el pacto
Con las calaveras , formamos el asalto
Muchos no creían pero seguimos en contacto
Cállese
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
Green on, got it on repeat
Girl, you all I (Al Green)
Al Green on, off the alcohol, she on alchemy
Coming after me, what she say to, what she say
hit, ya know this shit
Is the hennesey life, remmy with ice
Sticky green, knameen?
We gettin high tonight
[Chorus]
Yeah, word to god (we gettin
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