Lyrics:
Don't hold back
Give it all you've got
One more chance
Give it your best shot
Don't mean to put you on the spot
Hurry up baby don't get caught
It's
holding up the phone line
Yeah Baby that's the old me
If you want the new me then you gotta prove me
Yeah Baby that's the old times
Get in single file might
be rich or poor, dead or handcuffed
Niggas bust (BACK) but miss, and now the war is on
And we goin' celebrate when you get murdered, deceased
and bite it back
All the ladies think you're crazy
And they don't want to have your baby
And If you wasn't gay by now
shit you might as well be
You can troll
Baby don't stop I can't get enough I'm bout it
Uh, she got me dripping sweat on her booty
Uh, and now she got me more in to it
She keep looking back
ride or die for sho
That's my lil rider can't say shit about it
Baby you on go
You on go, green light
You don't waste no time
You gone put it on me right
life ain't eternal, the fuck is you telling me?
Got to get green, boy I got to get celery
Fuck a white bitch boy I need me an ebony, bad bitch with
Baldi's schoolhouse
By the way, the hell happened in here?
My stupid friend stuck at eating practice
Gotta get all of the notebooks, what the hell is
ain't near
But my granny had my back and my daddy right wit' him
Oakland, get it by any means necessary
When you from where I'm from you gotta make it
wanna (I wanna)
Got rich on the corner (rich)
I got that Al Green
I got Miley Cyrus
Got bricks of Madonna (bricks)
Twenty two for that thirty six
like
Al B sure's brows mane
Just trying to get a couple
O's in the account mane
For now I count change
And eight times out of nine
Rappers be 'bout rain
like that it green like scholarship
I get hit like whip in the background
I got no wifi like Samsung
Pussy run to class like the bell rung
You should
getting too much green
Or maybe it’s because their baby girl want me
But I got all these bitches in line
All these bitches blowing up my line
But baby girl
Rolling up a sweet I just smoke away the pain
All about this green baby, call me Danny Ainge
Baby ima hit man call me bret hart
Throwing all these plays
knees (Aye, 'Yuh, Look)
They telling her drop to the floor
She telling 'em um baby no?
You know i'm gone need that green doe
I ain't one of these cheap
Or your wallet,wallet
Tell me what it is on your mind
We can Netflix and chill
Like really Netflix and chill
I mean
It's you baby
It's true baby
Yea you got
wid a bawse Argh
Deadly R3al Verse
Where my ladies at
I need me a shorty wid dat baby phat
Lookin like a snack but dis aint baby back
Im Oliver twist
deep inside let our eyes set the tone at end of the night I can bring you back home
We both grown I can tell by your tone you enjoying your life and do
Twelve noon in the subdivision
In the back of __ Lexus
So you can get this message
Bitches wouldn't listen
See I shitted on that cop when the nigga
you like
Ai big pappi
Know ya never had it like this before
Love ya from the ceiling to the floor
Ai big pappi
Baby sit back enjoy the show
I'm about
to see
So have a gander
And meet your poultric pullet commander
The coward in question? By now
You know him so well
But then, who am I to go
insane asylum, cleanin', try them trailer parks
Crazy, I am back, and I am razor sharp, baby
And that's back with' a capital B with' an exclamation mark,
Jammin' for the first time
Baby, I was young, I was green
When you showed me the ropes 10 years ago
I thought I was cool, I could break all the rules
fiend, and she the back of Wallgreens
My jeans, she'll pollinate the guys green
Yeah'mean? And get her on the boxspring
Show me, show me, can't nobody
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