Lyrics:
score just got you a medal hoe
Mask on, No face, No case
Grass cut for rats and snakes
Duffle bag is stuffed wit franks
Backwood is filled wit dank
Feds
bitch can't stop calling me
Pull up in a Astro jersey
And trap out the Minute Maid
These niggas sweet like lemon cake
I got the drip like some muhfuckin
Oh my darling maybe I saw you in the night
The yellow jacket was black and blue
The old man was dancing dancing through the grass
Now his clothes are
don't ya take a seat and I'll be your vegan tutor
Old McDonald had a farm, cattle ranch, the coop and barn
It's called grass-fed grass beef and it's
She said it's either me or the gas
Bitch you don't even taste better than this lemon cherry gelato fuck outta here
On a money hunt baby where
Remember the summer days
Sun beaming, getting blazed
Smoking the classic lemon haze
With my friends, I miss them days
Buy a tens and we have no
of them
My pronouns she/her
I don't fuck with them
Bitter apple, you sour like lemon
But money she sweet like a cake
Three minus two bitch I'm really
gives me lemons that cut still stings
Stuck
Since Sixteen
C+ mean from a seedling
Ceiling sealing me
Cemented where I'm standing
No Sistine Chapel coming
for dem snakes
The grass get cut anytime
Why you say that everytime
Tellin me that she a ride or die hop in the SRT get fly
This 712 hit em right in
hands dirty
Cause today were gardening
Call it gardening
Throw a picnic blanket down
We’re rolling on the ground
In the grass, light the grass
Don’t
way home
So I am taking the long way home
Snakes are always around when the grass is high
But who's gonna stay down when the pastures die
And I know
the grass where am living like a goat
I see them
They take note
I pull out
No like roll
Too many sticks
Lobby in the gym
They talking bricks
Like we be in
Prices going up and now I'm serving by the tax rate
Nigga, you ain't gangster, you ain't biting , you a grass snake
Crazy how I put the work in, and still
styles 'cause fly styles so mystic bitch
The pimpin' mack is kickin' with the click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta niggas we don't
a full course with all the trimmings
Women in my water tank and drinkin henn and lemon
Its realistic you got you're twisted lifted off the feat I keep 6
fucks (you fucks)
You green-grass fucks
Fuck me, and I'll fuck you, fucker
We comin', motherfucker
We coming to get ya
Coming to get ya
How ya see me is
(hello)
Some birds and the bees are yellow (yellow)
The lemons we squeeze are yellow (yellow)
Green for the grass (green is for the grass)
Green is for
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
on the beach, I might teabag
Crack the safe, punch the code into the keypad
Lemon squeezed over sea bass
I seen it through the submarine glass, breeze past
to the bang
It's G-Funk for life sewing up everything
Little locs, pay attention
Do I or should I have to mention
44 ways where the grass is greener
from OG
lemons in a daze
When I step up in the club I be glistenin' wit a glaze
I would let you hit this crown, but you bitches can't behave
I would let you hit
on the grass,
And say: "Oh it feels so good, every time I murder I get happy!!"
Happy happy happy, it's gone
Happy happy happy, it's gone
Happy happy
mit Lemon Haze und Hashish
Und verletz' den Bastard Gentleman per Backfist
Farid siehst du nicht bei MTV und Netflix
Sondern bei Aktenzeichen unter
There's plenty of girls in the sea
And plenty of seeds in a lemon
The trick is in trying to stay free
When it's never that great to begin with
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