Lyrics:
It's more than just fuckin believin' it
I'm holdin' them ones, rollin' up my sleeves an' shit
It's cee-lo for push-ups now, many headed for one
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
hard and pushin weight by the sound
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
Lo
hard and pushin weight by the sound
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
Lo
Glaciers
Do it for cee-lo games, cases, battle for bitches
Million dollar cribs, grandfather gamble those wit ribs, yes he did
Life is wonderful, fly living
Yeah, yeah that sho' feel good
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green
How do you do? Welcome
I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you
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
a freak hoe
My mama still working what I’m worried bout sleep for
Temper like cleo i need green like cee-Lo
Couple bricks in the trunk for any nigga
your money
[Cee-lo]
Check it, baby
So ghetto like hot fries
I come from Melvin and resemble
Twenty-twenty with his blood shot eyes, got thirty-two
Is what's up
We in the cut, Brownsville is heating it up, come on (yo)
Fuck your ego, I still spit lines at your bitch
Play Cee-Lo and spit .45s
you wishing I'll forgive you every time bitch
No I don't give a fuck I feel like Cee Lo
Singing about these girls and they evil
Every fucking time I'm
yea its still Cee Lo
We ain't going out sad, thats just something we know
bout ego
Should say forget you like Cee Lo
But I know you're more scared than me tho
Fear stems from judgement, that's evil
Out of the darkness,
Is what's up
We in the cut, Brownsville is heating it up, come on (yo)
Fuck your ego, I still spit lines at your bitch
Play Cee-Lo and spit .45s
One two, one two y'all
One two, check it out
Got my man CL
Can't forget my man, Cee-Lo
Can't forget money earnin', Mount Vernon
Can't forget New
calibers of chrome
I'm, coming forth to carry you home
[Chorus]
[Cee-Lo]
Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight
Uh oh hoe,
[Cee-Lo]
Mmmm.. this particular song right here is..
Dedicated to the black woman
And it doesn't pertain to all black women
Because some
Green like CeeLo not money but experience
Just a joker I can't take myself so serious
Pyramids of Giza built by aliens
Thoughts of the cosmos still so
a CeeLo fan would've shot the shit out Debo ass
But anyway I need more grass wax oil and some hash throw my bro a wad of cash
Then split the sea without
Your only gangster in your meatloaf
Streets see you as meatloaf
I know a couple real ones that would eat you like a Cheeto
No me I’m on my Cee lo, my
Influenced by Sicily, boss of this entity
By any means we goin' get green like CeeLo
Paid in full but never could be Rico
The world is yours
The world is yours
the lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
Woo, whoa you know what the fuck it is nigga
I got the bank now, whoa
It's feelin' like I got the bank now
Trip' six CeeLo is all I'm shootin'
of bucks no deer though
Been under wraps, you want to take a peep though
Only 31 haven't reached my Peak though
See me in high school, hustle play Cee Lo
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