Lyrics:
By the grace of my God
Ima be a new me
Talk is cheap
I don't need your compliments or your flattery
Treat women disgusting
but you frontin' and callin'
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
a beach
Brand New sand
She doing squats
Got a Brand New ass
Graduated
Got a Brand New class
In that bitch by myself
Y’all all rats
Like elf on the shelf
Got
women
But it's gon' be a problem
If you keep on touching this designer linen
Mind on the green like a Heineken
She need the D no vitamin
Get phone calls
you nowhere
Shit just crazy you know
I could tell by your eyes that you won't ride
Call my phone let it ring a couple more times
Too high for this
just the proper occasion
Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction
Will no longer be so damn relevant
And women will not care if
just the proper occasion
Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction
Will no longer be so damn relevant
And women will not care if
Let's pause for a minute
Father God I've been sinning, my old women begging for forgiveness
That's odd for me to give them
Garage to keep my whip in
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
away
Delta nights are deadly
Delta women too
I'm gonna tell you by my witness
Oh, it's true
Take a ride on a riverboat
Gonna leave and that's all she
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more
(Bitch)
Sippin' on bottles, flyin' high on planes
Gotta lotta bad women, I don't even know their names
Toppers and tats, you know I got flame
When I pull
fucking new chain
I'm constantly observing prolly serving me a pound
Had to re before these verses smoke a quarter by the hour
We call it glorious purpose
Greatest MC in my generation, I'm impeccable
This i don't stand Info on my shirt, it mean incredible
If you choose against me, dawg just know that
My theme is all about making the green
Living up in luxury, pushing phat whips and living comfortably
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more
That kush makes my mental telepathy impeccable
Especially when you buy it from a source that's reputable
Marijuana makes me feel like I got a new wind
Surrounded by wealth and immaculate women
I'm one of a kind, bitch one- one- one- one-
Adolescent
In the game I am new, but I'm battle-tested
Bitch I live in
just chucked it for a bill
Baby by the field like we duffin' off a pill
And I'm wearin' Js, 150 for my sneakers
I'm tryna grow my hair, women
Say they
compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking
or the green beam on my new Glock
Stay fitted, make a nigga think this is TikTok got his bitch twerking when my shit drop
You midget, 4'4 acting like you know
like I love you so much
But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
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