Lyrics:
'cause I jam my own clothes, in the turnin' lane
While I'm waitin' I blow green and sip lean, in the turnin' lane
Seems like this light ain't gon' never
with snow, in the turning lane
Call me conceited cause I jam my own clothes, in the turning lane
While I'm waiting I blow green and sip lean, in
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
Bury my bones at the mouth of the river
Let the land take back
All the things that it gives us
I was never alone
I was always with the spirits so
readers
And the shirt, it keeps your place
It was a time marked by green tea, because the mere taste of coffee brought you back to my mouth
It brought you
single fucking day
Green’s for the unclean unless you’re talkin about money
‘Cause there’s always a way to buy your way to somewhere sunny
Vacation in some
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
Grass stays green
Sky stays blue
What about me
What about you
Touchin' on some mountains
Like the map is topographic
You just pulled my card
Yeah,
the haters I can't find 'em now
And it's seeming like Olympic when you run your mouth
When you run your mouth
By the way, you ain't a gold medalist
Shut up
watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
HOOCH:
Los ticka toe rest. Might likea sender doe ree. Your make a doll a ray day sender bright like a penelty.
Exi-tease my ray day member half
Still got love for the team
Still got love for the cream
Still got love for the green
And i still got love for the streets
And I still got love for
They feed you some bullshit you throwin' up gang
You get dropped for that shit like a tummy ache
You ran yo mouth like Usain
You insane
Put the beef
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
get cheese and smoke green with my guys
I'm on a green diet, I don't want no french fries
I just wanna get by, I just wanna get high
I just wanna
dump in they mouth
like Bone Thugs won't really turn it out
Go down like snitches, sheisty like bitches
They gotta realize that it's five
Another day, another dollar
Got to be up next like the ring around the collar
At the height of my success
I'm God blessed by the Father
Taking stress
A money counter, just to help me count this green
On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Three attachments had a nigga weak
Hoping you could
handicaps and made it here without one
On my last album I was going insane
I still am just by now I've gotten used to the pain
Take more green to my head
[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah!!!!, Da Mafia 6ix, 8-Ball & MJG, Yeah! M-Town Shit, DJ Paul up in dis muthafucka!
TWhy up in dis muthafucka!
J-Green up in dis
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
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