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cutthoat committee - greedy fa green lyrics

[hook: mac dre]
big things is what she brings
’cause she love to see daddy gleem and bling bling, boy
keep a queen on my team
who ain’t riding in a bucket that knocks and pings
i need lots of green, sometimes i c-ck the thing
and catch a motherf-cker slipping with lots of cream
i’m on heem, feeling like yiddimean
no scavengers we savages and greedy for green

[verse 1: psd]
ain’t no puzzle we hustle for cheddar, i won’t never
love her, won’t f-ck and steer hutch i want headers
better drench her than wet her when i leave bad weather
heifer you ain’t on my level, speak on treasure
said to me “i’ll take care of you, i’ll do whatever”
gold or platinum bezel whatever i pleasure
or settle to be my precious and keep me fresher
my man squeeze or flex up, she won’t pester
blessed her, made her cop the [?]
i get bad on these ho’s, know i gotta be careful
bag tags on my load plus i’m ducking my tester
now i scare on the ho f-ck with nothing but breaders

[verse 2: dubee]
big dough is what she tote
’cause she love a general, spending fresh dough
boy, your n-gga keep a ho on bottom row
who be riding in a bucket with no dinero
if it’s all copping blow, still i got some mo
track dragons, goddamit on the lock for dope
lock and load, i bring it from the stones i hold
preaching it my thesis be leaving ’em like froze
and now i goes, ripping the micro-phone
when it’s on i’m head hunting with fo’
heat seekers in a row that dismantle your dome
i’m pr-ne [?] in your home

[sleep dank]
i know by the conversation circling my seat
i rock sh-t, known as mr. s-l double e-p d-a-n-k
out the sunroof blasting my heat
beat a sucker with a gun handle f-cking with me
gorilla pimping n-gga, my knuckles drag down to the streets
boss hog n-gga from the dirt, tossed up with a freak
i’m like what, i’m like hey when it come to some jeans
work a chickenhead to death until she can’t even breathe
’til her heels fall off, what do you mean?
slip slide so clean
500 n-ggas in the do’, b-tch follow me
put on shiny shoes, p-ss me my weed
cross a b-tch up to the point where she won’t think sh-t sweet

- cutthoat committee lyrics

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