Lyrics:
favorite vice
My blue eyed baby
Works twelve hour days
Wish I had a job that gives me far more pay
So she can lie
By my side
And say "Thank you dear for
killers real active
Fuck totin' them pistols, nigga, all my choppers real massive
He got hit, but the boy look like he got bit by a Bullmastiff
Free big
bowling village green
With the big band swaying and the great Kite saying, that it's time to let it be
If I lose another second of the memory
The day
I talk, incredible hulk
A green monster like Boston
This game I'm lost in
I'm from space, a Martian
The earth I'm caught in
My pen skills starting
team
Trying to show 'em the way
Know the best is incoming
Manifesting the day
Champagne is on ice
The green is aflame
Doing anything for clout
I can't
Ay
Yeah
Nique
Know what I'm saying
Shee
Ay
Big body ay
Big body
Ay
Big body
Big
Yeah
Big
Yeah, yeah
Big body
Yeah
Yeah
Peep game this elite work
Nova
here you won’t find Much wrong
Well it’s those big blue skies over Carolina
The crystal clear mountain spring water
It’s those emerald green pines over
We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by
Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I
Benz, Lamborghini, Rover fouls
Red, blue, green like the average frog
Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalog
Bracelet switched to Bangles,
beat?)
It's a beautiful day
Just to get paid
Ridin' around with that Glock 17
Green apple snapple get touched by that beam
We got them straps like we play
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
back
Crack wide that big open smile
Your feet off the track
Oh darling come home
Summer has passed
I miss the green ferns by the rocks
They ache as they
me alive
When the edge of day arrives
Our hopes and dreams arise
With just a blink of an eye
They might just pass me by
In the quiet eyes you are
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
I left my home
I'm all alone
And that sucks
And I am
Lost, confused, depressed
Damn
Just one more day in 2015
And then I'm gonna see the green
I
when he was in his teens he dreamed and scheemed for finer things
And he finally figured out what he would do
To be a big time business man he went
But I was sleepin' on the Son, like a Days Inn.
And you can have the money, and you can have the fame.
For me I want the glory, I'm livin' for
Hey
Big Jerm
Cool, cool beat that we made here, man
I played the keys, you play the drums
Did a little bass on this one
Uh
Hey
Ha, alright,
to swim now
Aqua green Avias on brim style wild
We walked by eyeing I'm
Shorty ain't looked
He trying to get fly
My niggas ain't dived on him
Kase
Surrounded by the fiends
Married to the money, I'm committed to the green, yeah
I'm doing big things
I’m driving high-speed
I ball like all-star, yeah you
and dealers
Or I’d own a bitch, no
Lane, for whip up hillas, killas
They kill in the day time, wanna be seen
I’m on a bad bitch
With a purse full of green
We
and the clippin feel amazin
I count green, smoke green the shit my medication
Every day is vacation, my meditation
Big body Benz
Big body bitch basic
Low class hoes
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Well, I
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
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