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mig (1) - green lyrics

[chorus]
yea, put racks on his head
i gotta stack my bread, choppa gone fill a n+gga up with lead
b+tch heard what i said she sipping on green we sipping on red
most of these b+tches be sped i’m worried bout racks i get them instead
yeah, you betta run run run run, that boy my son son son son
yea that choppa with gun gun gun gun, we having fun fun fun fun
ain’t worried bout nun nun nun nun, wait till the sun sun sun sun up
choppa get that boy gone gone gone gone
[verse]
that n+gga done done done done, leave that boy dead
that hoe be texting my phone way to much leave her on read
n+ggas be thinking {?}
n+ggas really be my son wanna copy all the sh+t i said
n+ggas know i said that, money talk how i spread that
call yo hoe cause she on my phone and ask that hoe where the head at
hit a n+gga when he to close tell that p+ssy n+gga just to get back
f+cking a hoe why you flex that, tell me n+gga where yo checks at
tell me n+gga where yo+

- mig 1 lyrics

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