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izaiah combs - green dot (remix) lyrics

i wish a n+gga would play with me and mr. f+ckin’ gilley, had to act a fool, cause i be in school, can you feel me
red dot upon his head, if a n+gga play, had to put him to rest
if a n+gga play with me, leave his head gone, had to set his ass on my lil’ red bone
god, mr. gilley, and we turn up on the beat, on the phone, trappin’ off the phone

can you feel me? why we makin’ green money? can you feel me
n+gga girl, all upon me, can you feel me
boy, i thought you had a boyfriend, now she with me
you a fool and you a clown, had to knock him out

had to knock him out of school, but that can’t do
if a n+gga do that line, got my n+gga, mr. gilley, right behind me
if a n+gga play with us, ayy
if a n+gga play with us, i swear to god, i’m right up on the top

you know i’m flyin’ to the top, n+gga
if a n+gga play with me, had to get in thе dark, n+gga
and i had to show them what they can’t do
i’m for don’t violencе, but if i had to do, had to let them show me what they can’t do

if a n+gga play with me, had to get my bae too
i don’t care, n+gga, i don’t care, n+gga
if a n+gga play with me, had to get the ass turned
bring the dogs out, bring the dogs out, bring the toppers out

if a n+gga f+ckin’ play with me, and i’m goin’ off on the head
this comin’ off the brain when i get home
gotta make my bed, do what momma said, n+gga
and i run long distance, if a n+gga play with me
had to shoot him with a pistol, and it’s all over, n+gga
like i’m freakin’ sin, do what my momma said, ayy
i been in a trap, gettin’ bad, n+gga, where you at
and i’m stackin’ up money, n+gga, where the f+ck you at

and i’m makin’ hits, gettin’ popped, for the f+ckin’ gang, n+gga
ayy, run with the f+ckin’ gang, n+gga
n+ggas think it’s a game, this ain’t 2k
this ain’t no arcade, n+ggas, we don’t play

keepin’ in the trap, gettin’ racks
i been in the back, tryna stack, where you at
i been off the map, off the grid, where you at
i been gettin’ paid, gettin’ slayed, where you at

gilley, i ain’t talkin’ my feelings
n+ggas talkin’ my feelings, i ain’t no f+ckin’ dennis
n+ggas open up their mouth just to talk about gilley
end up missin’, i ain’t f+ckin’ snitchin’ on who did it

from, n+ggas be snitchin
that ain’t gilley
ayy, ayy, that ain’t gilley
if a n+gga play with us, we had to show him what the k do

had to let it spray on his ass, i’m sorry, boo
had to get my bag too, bring them toppers in, ayy
said bring them toppers in
me and mr. gilley run on that f+ckin’ beat, ayy
ayy, six up on my feet, n+gga, ayy

- izaiah combs lyrics

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