Lyrics:
spender (Yeah)
Who knows where this shit gon' end up?
All I know is I'ma be on top
And drive 'em crazy like Vic Mensa
Drive 'em crazy like Cee-Lo
Wolverine,
like I'm Semo
Hundred-grand chain around my neck
It's a kilo
We in the booth, but we ain't rappin' shit
We shootin' cee-lo put my life on the line
But I
hard and pushin weight by the sound
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
Lo
hard and pushin weight by the sound
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
Lo
how i feel really
Funky like Cee lo or when we chillo or grab each other
You were calling me you soul brother
Whatever you want girl
Whatever you need
money, there's weed blowin'
That's lean drippin', we lean drippin', that's cee-lo in
We be rollin' 6s, tell 'em roll with me
You gon' go get it? We gon'
the sky
Bout to let everybody know what I go by
F1b0nacc1
It's like a Fountain in my Head
I be wakin up the dead
And bouncin on my bed
All the monsters in
shots ring out and every night I woosah’d was raised by the hustlahs and the fiends and the killers and the scammers and the deals all my educated niggas
[Cee-Lo]
Yeah
Well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south
Some of you niggaz still think we soft (know they do)
And I swore, I wouldn't never
Yeah, yeah that sho' feel good
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green
How do you do? Welcome
I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you
the president call
You built a foundation, you never could fall (for real), yeah
Feel like Big Gipp, Rico (GIP, whoa)
Andre, Big Boi, Sleepy, Cee-Lo (ay, hey,
through a whole army
The cee-lo rollers, money folders, sippin' Bolla, holdin' mad payola
Slangin' that coke without the Cola
Me and black don't fake
responsible for yo' dead homies
It's so hard
On a corner in Brooklyn playin' Cee Lo
Call me NY Game gucci Chuck Taylors
Black diamonds in my chain
G-G-G-Unit,
(GLA)
If it ain't shot by Loki ain't right
It's lil Gdot you know
All the opps got me tight
I be booming for Z
Till the end of the night
Aye free city
vedi
Negli occhi luci verdi
Sul palco tu ci vedi
La situa è fo de co
È incontrollabile
Fanno casot, crolla lo stabile
Non siamo ragazzi-immagine
Gente
I'm streetwise, a con-game pro
Kickin' the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie Bobo
Not stressin' five-o, hot hand in cee-lo
Live in the land
what you really mean, I atone
For all the women I abused as a youngster
People got four fifths out this dumpster
[Cee-Lo]
Compositions should be able
me neck I remember back then they ain't write me
No I ain't with all the typing
Tryna fuck the gang then she hiking
Yea I'm getting green Cee-Lo
Play
Stop
Cee Lo
Pending on free smoke
Seminar
He spoke
Shut em up
Deebo
Wide awake
Zero
Time to waste
She knows
I don't do the
Hero
Scene
Cuz I
Cee-Lo
Bank account endless it's too many zeros yeah yeah
You know what I'm on they told me Young DLO keep going
Pack of that pressure in my lungs I'm
key though
So she keep it like Segal
And throw it back akido
'Fore I hit with the fuck you
V of V like Cee Lo
Better pay me all my green, ho
Jeff told
was on the block playin' cee-lo
Young nigga bet 100 grand I'ma free throw
Young nigga shoot your grandma
Through the peep hole
Better not tell
impressin' myself (Ha)
Haha, Pusha T Ozweegos (Uh, huh)
I'm like Deebo at the
Dice game shootin' Cee-Lo (You what?)
Foreign parked, auto-start, no keyhole
Took
dollars for the crib gotta make sure my family eat
Cee Lo all about the green I smoke a pound of weed
They say Domo a real OG Dom P a beast up in these
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