Lyrics:
Yeah what up
Kraang Saga Part 1 baby
You thought the Mist be the drink of choice
Got the wrong beverage
Green and yellow Sprite is better
It crisp
seen green
I just jumped out the matrix
Now I got 1 2 zeros
And commas
If I stepped in this bitch
You should be honoured
I was broke down bad
Living with
When it’s so hard to leave, oh
La, la la la la - lie to me
Oh, his pretty green eyes
Yeah, they lie (they lied to me)
Written by: Nekel Anthony
Investmentfonds, ah
Green Dollars,
Bro, du siehst kein Komma
Rapper schieben Kollaps, ich mach' fünfzig Riesen locker
Schieß' Shotgun, flieh' vor Cops mit
get to squeezing
Devil on my shoulder I ride with some demons
Con la Maria ando bien al tiro
Sigo mi rollo ando en lo mio
I might just mix the Gucci
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
to his grave draped in green
Survived the 2nd intifada 3 wars as a teen
Other brother released in exchange for Shalit
Shot by Israeli sharp shooter shortly
encendio se jodio hasta cuatro tragos prendete un ron que notón vamo a joder y al amanecer saco el chipi hammer que voy a meter La disco super encendia con
see, for centipedes, drove thistle by the grove
To rivers green, and clovers weaved, these weary feet grow old
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. para hoy y
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
I been thinking bout chasing green
Since a young nigga hung around a old head
But I never was a dumb nigga
Nigga tried to send me off
Tried to second
briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor,
and we just dance
Hit the dabke for the culture like im supposed to
Reppin red white black green till the death man
Ta3al Ma3ey Yallah! Rayheen 3la
Falling together no weather
Piece by piece
What you mean
Looking at me
Like what you mean
What you mean hoe
I'm counting my green hoe
She loving the beans
TO WARN HER
THAT SOMETIMES WE FALL IN THE DARK
IT'S SUMMER TIME
SINGING AL GREEN IN YOUR CAR
HEADING TO A PARTY
& THE NIGHT AIR FEELS ALIVE
JUST SITTING
Niggas ain't got a slide for real bro they just a fucking fakers
Gotta get the bag by any means like Bron from the Lakers
Unc crispy as hell trying to shop
a bottle of good Chartreuse
The lights were green and gold, we played Latin soul
By the time Priscilla put the Al Green on
The bottle was gone
On the top
screen
Al Green had a major string of hits
And I want to be like him, in the fact, that each one was a gem
My man Mashburn is killin 'em down in Dallas
I
screen
Al Green had a major string of hits
And I want to be like him, in the fact, that each one was a gem
My man Mashburn is killin 'em down in Dallas
I
golfin' with my Callaway's
Or watchin' football, word to Joey Galloway
Take a shower start singin' like Al Green
From outside, it probably sound like
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
you hurt me over and over
Just to be with you one day
And I've got cigarettes on my mind
And you've got gray stains in your blue-green eyes
And I was
enough
So if you ain't bringing
Good music or business
Burger off
I'll like dan green
Got soul like al green
I mean when I have to be
On and off screen
She must think I’m stupid she must think that I’m insane
AYE I WAS IN DA PROJECTS THINKING BOUT A PRIVATE JET
BY THE GREEN LIGHT TOLD ME GO SO I
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