Lyrics:
green
Pockets fat just like Ceē-Lo
Pockets fat just like Ceē-Lo
Yeah this money gonna expand
Jah Fendii you the man
Mind focused on these bands
Ni****
this clear
I don't know what you heard, heard, heard
I do not know what you heard
Fresh be the way and the word
They just be talking bout killing
They
height
Losin G's in cee-lo
I never sweat it; cause my connect got kilos
My bank, two thou that's what's in it
Rollin cee-lo, headcrack makin G's in
carried by the chorus
You don't wanna see me in a bad mood
Y'all steady in the trash racoon
Never draw but ya loss right when
What I ink get under your skin
I gotta go
Yeah
I don't wanna be that guy
Who's always gotta be so fly
He so high
Looking like Cee Lo Green when the gringo green go by
So much is
That's not what winners do, no
You already know how T go
We the only winners that we know
Feeling real honorable, C Note
Covered in green like Cee-Lo
You have the emergence in human society
Of this thing that's called the State
What is the State?
The State is this organized bureaucracy
It is
loswet
No I stay high like my profit I’m growing
I’m About to fuck you like I’m cee Lo Bastards prophesied the marvel from
The d low
All your busters
Now I stay high like my profit I’m growing
I’m About to fuck you like I’m cee Lo Bastards prophesied the marvel from
The d low
All your busters wanna
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
Guantonimo, maybe, I don't know
In your soul like Cee-Lo in Montego
We're Sia so sianara, we're siamese
I'm a Gemini, you Capricorn so best believe
I've been in
dice, fuckin' three hoes, no cee-lo (ugh, ugh, ugh)
Drop top (where you at?), Abu Dhabi (iced out)
AP, woah, ke-mo sah-bee (woah)
Head game fire, she
adore me
Solo-lo-lo, solo-lo-lo
Don't tell me
You don't do it, uh
You don't like it, uh
When your hands get lost on your body
Who knows better, uh
What
make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
you don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make you a believa
I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater
[Intro: Jonathan Emile]
Yo, huh, my brother Cee
Movement Family
Jonathan Emile
[Verse 1: Cee]
Yeah, it's like you wanna have it all but
A little
pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
hate on me
Can't wait on P, Hiro and G
The gold standard Filipino team
Been going crazy like Cee Lo Green
Quarantine, you were serpentine
Played me
Hilfiger
Been fresh to death
Therefore we spill liquor
You dummies don't even get it, do you
Rapping my life, you suckas
Don't even live it, do you
From
pulled up to Pluto
I got me a Martian
She been starvin' for the you know
She tryna see my C-notes
Got that green on me
Yelling "fuck me" like I'm Cee-lo
Stack the vocals shit sound like a trio
This green made me say fuck you like cee lo
Don’t do features less I see a fee hoe
Don’t pay up and my niggas
the planet like I am an alien
Hit you in the dome imma put you in the casket
My whole team's a shooter no we don't shoot baskets
Bitch this is a drive-by, I
continue (only the strong will continue)
I know you have it in you
I know you have it in you
I'm a street-lifer, always harassed by the cee ciphers
big sister cryin' every night
Twelve took all my guns, they don't give a fuck they wanna see us die
What you know 'bout cryin' in front of you nigga?
me why you steady hating me
Niggi please allow me be, allow me be
Why you dey vex, because say I dey package Dumebi
Mtcheww
But don't forget say what
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