Lyrics:
by the hole of the eighteenth green.
‘Cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back
freak out, I don't care
Park my jeep, my land cruiser blue
Hit the spot laced up like I usually do
The way I shine is a crime, cats might want
burning,
Blue like a sapphire, keep the waves turning,
Whip it like a hurricane, emerald in sky,
Green, green, green by, fly by,
Dropping down from the sky,
busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia
Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Buy wine, drink it,
rather swipe a piece need the blue no green I'm the man up in Chevy
I count up benjis but I need a dime dime dime dime dime
Vibes by the plenty but I can't
Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw
enlighten and seduce
Im too fly
These girls break necks when I walk by
I need a woman who knows her mind, who knows her why, a ride or die
Yeah by my side,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you
"Views from The Six" when he lookin' up my skirt (Uh)
Roses are red, violets are blue
All about the head like I'm in beauty school (Uh-huh)
I said roses
gets chin-checked
I black and blue that attitude
And rep' for the destitute avenues left off for bad and boug'
Coogi knitted up, rouge is in my cup
fragrance
You should know by now that I don't play tricks
Red pill or blue pill I'm living in the matrix
Gotta take a little breather I need a break
You're
this bitch (She do)
And my buzz was dead I just got a revival in this bitch
And I'm going out like Fif because I'm dying to get rich
And by that I mean
to catch a body, double back, do it again
I spin your block just by myself 'cause DoubleM don't need a friend
The crackers pull me over, they complainin'
nuts is all I got
I let them hang gang
Told that bitch her nigga is a bum
And she the same thing
Running to them blue bills, Like I'm Sonic
Jeep it
whacked, uh
Smooth but, I don't play by rules, so get back (okay)
Don't wear blue so I'ma buy the Loub's just to match it (okay)
Jumpin' over niggas
on home
Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone
Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
understand how she thick, witch bitch what a trick
I butter buns public, then cover with buttermilk
Oh brother, she’s stumbling from a glugger in Brunswick
you saying
Touching back while we kick it to the back
Conversation over music
We can joke and laugh
As long as ya breath ain't the jam
Peanut butter
topic, that's what you do to me
You give me, everything I need
I'm on that if just given a chance
You know I'm try-na be ya peanut butter man
A week in
like its double Dutch
Peak into my double cup its darker than some truffle butter
Bitches doing anything 50s make them touch each other
Blue strip
a quarter
Boy you a butter burger shout out Culver's
I'm so bossy yeah they know I'm a baller
Count a thousand spend dat shit in a hour
I'm a dog but I ain't
somewhere tropic
But you rather explore your options
You know I be shuffling with the wrist though
Smooth like butter, no Krisco
You say that you can hold
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