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c-lance - avocado money lyrics

avocado money lyrics
[intro: crimeapple]
woah! woah! woah!
mean like i could try to miss
probably still shoot the lights out of this b+tch
really? what do you want me to tell you, huh?
digame! yeah, woah, woah, woah

[verse 1: crimeapple]
a lame pulled up an old clip of me freestyling with no beard
say “crime, you wasn’t ill” turn urkel to stefan like jaleel (woah)
what’s the matter with you? you sound the same for ten years
wait, why you so fine and standing still?
i been getting to it, sonny, like green blue+ish money
you got pipe dreams, i make a living, one of us moving funny
sh+t i don’t be doing much cream pies facials
to my taiwanese biracial queen, you should see my stable
keep a heavy b+tch in there too in case the wintеr was harsh
it’s august now, pretty sure i haven’t hit it sincе march
y’all be threatening to bite but that ain’t sh+t but a bark (naw man)
thinking you got tough genes until they get hit with the starch
i used to be the type to sit in the park with og’s to pick up game
and watch pickup games even when they were sitting there sniffing ‘caine
but now ain’t sh+t the same, i’m in a different type of ballgame
although i heard red still out here pouring beer in his cornflakes (yo, red, what up?)
papered up, still smoking black and mild’s at the banquet
my cousin just came home, can’t leave, he got the anklet (woah, woah)
call it anguish, a lame wanna see me die but it’s dangerous
certified, touch me then the hit gotta be sanctioned
[verse 2: vinnie paz]
n0body give you the stamp ’cause you not valid (stupid)
the same three words describe you: you not solid (naw)
i let my dogs eat first and they rottweiling
you go to pete cetera, he give you a rock ballad (hahaha)
terry melcher at the mansion (at the mansion)
mama cass, new manson
grease b+lls, my people, they sing opera
anatomy of the zulu army with king shaka
we getting money, avocado is green
i should smack whoever told you you should follow your dreams
i be low key incommunicado machine
this is barranquilla, tomás maldonado the scene
straight up and down i’m embarrassed for you b+tches (i am)
can’t pick a high life for my embarrassment of riches (naw)
welcome home, money, i’ma bury me a bag (give me the bag)
if he say another word, he losing everything he had dummy

[outro: vinnie paz]
hahaha! yeah! pack pistol pazienza and all that! montega! hermano!
yo, lance, this another one! yo crime we got another un para! hermanito!

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