Lyrics:
Give me the green light and then we can go
Holding your hand tight when you lose control
It's after Midnight
We had a great night
So bae do you feel
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
grond
Overal rook in die loft
Zet al je hoop op me
Al me mannen staan op stand, stand-by
Ik kan je showen hoe je recht, recht blijft
Oh ik doe dit voor
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job
And run's a big machine
He don't miss the farm
Or the fields of green
Now the city's just a prison
Without fences
His job is just
A routine
the poison bit by bit
You've got my teeth numb
And I'm sick of it
Rain falls hard
But I fall faster
City's a sham
But better than some suburban disaster
You
Motivated for the masses super turnt for the growth
Camp is started by some homies thats been through alot the most
Crusing past the city limits glance in
worship
By the dimmed light poles
Crossing all the traffic lights
Now I let 'em green
But it'll turn me blue
This back and forth hurts me so much (So much)
of the morning
Top of the morning, top of the morning
All 'bout the green like the Celtics, I'm balling
Straight pub crawling
Ain't no stopping
St. Patrick, fuck
You can't earn the easy coasting free pass
I see through your wine glass or red bull and vodka
You said wow me well I shocked you
By trading Al Jeff
People walk the streets
They walk with you and me in the city
The lights turn from red
They turn from red to green in the city
We watch the day
As it
Just to survive hustle to just to get by
You gone feel this
Its some real niggas in my city
Gotta hustle just to survive
Hustle just to get by
Hustle
vasgevang
Ek was al by Sun City maar nog nooit oorsee
Nou is ek groot (Ja Eloff jy’s groot)
Ek's flippen groot in Korea
Ek's flippen groot in Korea
Ek
Woo
I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash (hey, brazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper tags (skrt)
Ridin' through the city, thirty mags (brrt, bow)
to god he really can hear you
Al Ain city where I live and raised enjoy the coldness
And mostly I like the even the really close coldness
Listen to PNL
different
Green packs call them Piccolo cause it's hittin
Power Up like Kaioken times by the ten yeah yea I'm lifted
In the city I've been cold yea
If you see
be in ya city
You don't ever see me
Worked hard for it
Nothing comes easy
Ex still talking bout how she need me
Never satisfied
I'm too greedy
Take
How can this preying mantis
Pray to find the wave like the city Atlantis
Will I rise again
From out the dungeon in phantom full of oxygen
I need that
impressed by
The fame in this era
Shit, my girl a queen, she don't need a tiara
We don't need an umbrella either
Just give us the rain we don't need help
They
a thing-thing
Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng
Fuck ya brains out hold when Al Green sings
When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling
You died
Al Green sings
When you're out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling
You got from ya mom and pop, don't sweat it
I got the next bitch rocking ya birthday
green light, where we gon go
Make a left down that mother fucking road
EZ Pass take the picture, aint no mother fucking toll
In my city we move fast,
it slow, fellow
Just because the light's green doesn't mean you should go telling
All the city kids to grow up
Hell no!
Life's a game of hide-and-seek
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled
She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot
Alone in the city infested with faces
Immune to new friendships
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