Lyrics:
only notice it if it's potent
Bottle of Perignon, we can go kick it by the ocean
Get in between your legs
Join roaches and ashes all in your bed
You
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
nigga, you gonna know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one's at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one's at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
Mechanicals never mattered
fo it’s gone
I been hustling too long, I think it’s time you put me on
I be posted by the corner, posted, posted by the corner store
posted by
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed
right back
Ooo you don't even need a chase
Yeah you're holding that green bottle
Give me a taste
Heineken Kisses
They take my breathe away
Heineken
myself a party
You know a flyin' saucer landed right by my side
You know a big green man jumped out and boy, you know he robbed me
You know he beat me
you gave to me
Now that I am free, learned to enjoy Your blessings constantly.
No longer am imprisoned by religious false humility
Denial of the body
Steppin' of of that lear, diamonds on me so clear
Dime hoes that I share, y'all couldn't go near
I say, pussy nigga I dare, you try and reached
are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me
Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing
senseless
pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives
while you could catch me in a crisp white five
dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green
ball players with white wives
Peep they night lives
While you could catch me in
A crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on
My theme
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
lord n savior, yeah
Talkin me, not Jesus, yeah
Baby please me
Don't you tease me
Gaggin on my green beans, yeah
Deal seala, ima killa
Buffalo bill burr
little
Weak ass color comparisons
Like "Ayo my shoes yellow
Like Fiji bananas"
"Ayo, I get green like the
Leaves they feed large pandas"
More arguments
kill, but it heal me
Green light on my head, yeah I'm worried, still ain't kill me
Hood adjacent ways, yeah you good, but not really
Started off moving,
that feeds
Your chips are too salty for me
Inhibited by freedom
Inhibited by freedom
Inhibited by freedom
Cut the leash
Fuck it
Leave them
Don't feed
girl on a bean, on the lean
Shakin' like a walkin' tambourine for the green
I can show you how to start a party
I can show you how to pop a bottle
I
fucking with me
You better say please
Just like the men selling product
Dead man walking
Sir, he stalking
Nun like the boys who went out to eat
After green
a choppa by me when I take a shower
Product of the pain so you know I'm not a coward
Go get the money need it need it for the power
Power power power power
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been
Worlds are born
And then they die
Inside me
Comet trailing
Bottle green everything
Leaning satyr
Bottle green everything
The lily of the field
The bird
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