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jaeel - green light lyrics

[intro]
huh
yeah, b+tch

[verse]
caught his ass in traffic, gave the green light
them bullets kept him warm, i bet he sleep tight
real sharp, get him gone and on the three bikes
smell the blood that raced into his body like a great white
eight pipes stuck under the seat like we gon’ take flight
swear to god, i’ma cop me a h+llcat when i get my pape’ right
i live by the rules, “don’t buy them once, if you can’t buy it twice”
a hundred+plus inside my bank account, running about 85
you hear i’m getting closе?
popped him in his beets, and now he’s leaking, hе can’t even wipe his f+cking nose
shiesty on, they never see my face like i’m a f+cking ghost
high class b+tch, i know she fancy, she got white toes
pop sh+t, you talking like you ’bout it, that’s a new pole
hot stick, put it to his face, give him a pop hoe
pimp sh+t, hop up on the mic inside my new robe
she brought her friend, i knocked them both down like they was dominoes
i dive up in that p+ssy like geronimo
plugged in with the k!llers, wanna go, they yelling, “adios!”
creepy, that’s my dog sipping on monaco’s
if you ain’t got no money, what the f+ck you going shopping for?
that don’t make no sense
went into the mall and dropped a ten, that sh+t ain’t even make a f+cking dent
i keep it to myself, b+tch, i don’t f+cking vent
if you ain’t coming out, i’m staying here, i’m about to pitch a tent
i’m ’bout to make it known
they ain’t give me flowers when i started, so i planted them and watched them grow
don’t care about your gender, come at me, i bet i drop a hoe
fireball, every time i shoot the drac’, they stop dropping roll
f+ck the b+tch, that very same night i went and blocked the hoe
beef with me because i f+cked your b+tch, but that is not your hoe
that is not your b+tch
i ain’t know a b+tch could fit my d+ck and my b+lls in between her lips
she twisted her body around just like a ripstick
put a body on his ass, gave him the hit stick
he only got a two inside his cup, little bro, come sip this
put him on his ass, he took a big sip
head spinning in circles, said he feeling like he nic+sick
this ain’t no f+cking vape, little bro, you trip sick
all this bread i’m f+cking cooking up look like a biscuit
a gambler, i put a 20 down and hope i hit it
[outro]
b+tch, i ain’t talking about 20 dollars, i’m talking about 20k
it’s jae, jaeel
huh, yeah

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