Lyrics:
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Salimos del banco con par de 0
Como el conejo hago lo que quiero
Estoy clean, tatuaje nuevo
Tinta al bloc y al cuerpo entero
En el cuello quiero
peppers? (si)
I'll give you green peppers
Come out to the garden
Dice que los de tu casa
Ninguno me puede ver
Diles que no basta el agua que al cabo lo han
een bitch zijn
Ze praat alleen maar engels maar ik wou toch allang al brits zijn
Ik vind de weg niet naar jou hart dus ik vraag wil je men gids zijn
N***a, it's a wrap like burrito
I be riding through the hood, like i'm Deebo
Got me feeling like i'm Al Pacino
Feeling like the boss, call me Nino
OG
Dame un Gin Tonic pa mis g´s for real hey
477 buena weed no seed hey
Quiero to de green Namekusei hey
Bling bling, demasiado drip por la street yeh
(Shooter Green, bro)
(Bryan Green)
(El De La Fucking Nueva)
(El De La Fucking Nueva)
chora tiene que verme en television
De la nuevo la presion
Quiero hacer leyenda al barrio
De pequeño pobre, y hoy no aguanto el calendario
Voy a morir millonario
Billete pa' los míos, que tengan lo
Jodeci... Al Green
Getting sexual healing bumpin Marvin Gaye
It's The Beautiful Ones you always loose like Prince said
Especially if she push a Little Red
of Minotaur
women say I stay harder than a rock like the rock of Gibraltar
thats why they like to blow me like they put me on a poster
and keep me by there side
niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes
mgani via Paypal
Magne bari neyi thembayo
Ai thengi sa ini?
Si'bhemani
Green shandies that's Kwesta
Last album sounded like the best off
The best
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
So I forgot something man
I forgot how many people in here have the "And justice for all" album
Yeah, you're right
I counted and I was a few off man,
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
banks, wanna stack ?
Red like panini, eating steaks and zucchini
Wit' ya broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em
dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times
'em hatin' some new sucka niggas
Try it but it's worthless
I'm Barry White deep
You guys are on the surface
Some niggas want the green
But I be where
must say so
Looking at the boy like there he go there he go
Green and red on me no Meco
I got niggas on the cloud tryna jack the flow
Bitch you know me I
want them Ray Bands, them Ray Bands, that coin
Gourmet top-house sirloin, courtesy of ya boy
She she she she think I owe her, Des Moines
Quit being
New album the twenty fifth so you better mark your calendar
Shout out Drive By
Og's remember
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
my cheese
And it might take a while to count my green
I'm on a diet but I'm still gon eat that pussy like it's collard greens
And I'm from a city
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