Lyrics:
strings on her bra
Know a n**** clean like a fiend seminar
Hot steam, Billie Jean, bada bing by the car
1 wide body, gotta team full of broads
H-Town
scary
Don't be fooled by what you see
Don't be scared of robots
We get faker every day
Plastic wrapped in cellophane
Our organs on display
Cause we are
queen
Loving her
Baby girl
Healthy pure
With her system
Fully clean
Born To a dope fiend queen
She be
Smoking on some green
Rolling on a bean
Pouring up
Banknotes shiny with the snow like they ain't green
I be sliding on the water I be jet-skiing
Sparking dutchies by the P, always roll them clean
With
Gods green earth gift
Take a little day, get your brain on swift
I waited for the summertime to get outside and feel alright
On the rise by the night, be
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heavy bags
'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags
My throwback game is wi-wicked
Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number twenty
Coast love that shit green
Ganja man dem pull up on di Babylon scream
From herbs' aroma, atmosphere so clean
I don't want to wake up if this is living
you’ll get hit
By me, not becausе it’s hot
Put your hand away to put your
Damn Spam in the fridge put it
Brew lots of green fluffy and muffy
And you wanna
keep my nose clean
Tryna keep it on the low
But I want you
Im a fiend
You be
All about your dough
I can tell you
Love the green
Independent working
up in the MAZ, gang you know I'm never sick
On's till the days, it's all just crazy
Want to hang out?
"Maybe" (man fuck)
Green light
Green light
Green
the way.
7 Days to a holiday and there's such a lot to do.
Come on fellas, it's up to you,
we're in an awful stew,
get us out of this spot.
Are you
pull up hella clean
Surrounded by the fiends
Married to the money, I'm committed to the green, yeah
Aye, now the squad about to roll (We boutta roll)
gotta be clean
We gotta be clean it's healthy and keen
We gotta be clean (ah ah) yes sir!
We start each day by brushing our teeth
(Brush! Brush)
Stay trusting you
Don't forget them three words, it might even save you your life
Stay with the sauce, that's stew
Remember them days it was raining
sleep
I dream of countin up the green
I want the rollie f*** the ring (F*** it)
I want the diamonds cut clean (Clean)
The hottest bi*** up on the scene
I
ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
We've all been wicked
Now come clean
It's not just about worshiping paper green
Come
default my go-to
Day by day becoming my boo
And I got some shit to prove
God gonna keep playing games
But this shit gonna be worth it in a week or two
In
a drive by
But ain't leave me dead
Im ready for war
You pussies not ready
What I got In store
I'm rockin Dior
This shit Ain't
Even in store
These
blame
But is the money worth it if he don't love you the same
Memories made by maids love starts to fade
At the point where dad can't even tell you his
make your brains hang, and it is a thang
Bitch, better have my muthafuckin fetty
Before I put this mm-mm to your head and make your shit look like
it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang!
green chili stew ooh
Yeah
So to the natives their my favorite
All the stories say that we dead
That's what they said
But bitch yeah we be here
And we'll
Said I'm talking 'bout a green country
Close your eyes and walk with me
A green country was a thing of the past
Let's dream of a day when a green country
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