Lyrics:
that's green
Hip Hop Awards twenty seventeen
Turn around say "Oh my god, look at the host
My man Khaled & Mr asahd" (ay)
So-so
I did this last year right
'll sing my songs
As long as I know right from wrong
I'll be OK, I'll sing my songs
I dunno what I have to left
To give other than truth and breath
Even though you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun why'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new
gotta go hard
I always knew I was a star
My girl fuck me like a pornstar
Always knew I was a star
My girl fuck me like a pornstar
First, I’m gonna
you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new type of song,
write a lyric, I'mma think of you
And maybe that'll help me know what it's like to sing the blues
'Cause I remember all those years, how it was when
Just trying to sing the truth to you
Guess you could say
We've always been
Red white and blue
Yeah that's right
My daddy worked hard and so have
If I could do it, then so could you
You gon' look into my eyes, you see baby blue
And you gon' look into the sky, you'll see baby blue
Math problems
children sit nice?
I sing the song to make the fiend's strong
King Kong ain't got shit on me
I train days to rip emcees, I'm peaking
But I still gotta get
to sing them blues
Fuck else Ima do when I love acting like a fool, yeah
Know that I ain't nothing but a sinner
Word around town I ain't no ordinary nigga,
I'm with the gang right now (right now)
No, I can't hang right now (right now)
No way lil shawty, a little late right now right now
The AP plain
the echoes weave
Vapor trails, in the sky of electric blue
In this neon world, I found you
Synthwave dreams, in a cybernetic haze
Chasing echoes of the '80s,
are doin' a sin!
Sing 'em, sing 'em, sing them blues,
Let me convert your soul!
Now one sister by the name of Sister Green
Jumped up and done
the crowd sings,
Ling lnig ling
Right now, gotta stack up my numbers
Gotta make sure that the
Phone line rings
They asking where do i come from
I just say,
there. Gotta get a lil more
Jeep with the doors off, gotta get that
I like my cars white. I like my clothes clean
I like my paper blue. I like my hoes
hands are fit to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern and sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
I'll keep my nose on the grindstone work hard
baby sing it like Blue
And use your bass
Chorus:
The fact that she said
My bass makes her soul vibrate
I’m intrguied
I’ma give her what she wants
That
My money blue and green
The weed I'm smoking loud
To you prolly it stink
And if you gotta problem I can let this chopper sing
I lost some niggas
to the right now
($45 was big money, For platform shoes)
Back in the day but I got mine
Righteous time surely wasn't easy, easy
(Tell 'em, Teena)
I gotta
I have been blessed by You
Oh Lord, oh Lord, I gotta say, I gotta say
Truly blessed
Bless me
Truly blessed
Oh oh, Lord, I gotta tell somebody
I'm back to work, I gotta go support my family
I'm humbled by my job, I gotta make it there's no plan b, you'll see
Ooh, I be singing blue collar
dope and I'm stacking
Yeah, I counted that money, do this with a passion
I gotta go get it, I see it, I want it and I gotta have it
Remember when I was
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
and mirrors
Seeing you reach now
Smoke and mirrors
Can't see you right
Out of the blue
These memories keep rushing in
Spearheaded by these deadly sings
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