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sanfizzy - green eggs and yams lyrics

[intro: sanfizzy]
yeahhh, danvizzy’s greatest, sanfizzy the greatest, uh
cash money mike, on the mic, like
no one f-ck with the b-tch mob task force
wolf gang goon squad swack mac knick knack patty wack -ss hoes
it’s a blessin’ to be on this track, y’all, i ain’t e’en stressin’ man…swag

[hook]
green eggs and yams, green eggs and yams!
green eggs and yams, b-tch, green eggs and yams!
green eggs and yams, green eggs and yams!
green eggs and yams, b-tch, green eggs and yams!
b-tches so wack, b-tches so jelly
green eggs and yams, b-tch, get in my belly
green eggs and yams, green eggs and yams!
green eggs and yams, b-tch

[verse 1: cash money mike]
knocking b-tches’ stacks over, all they got is washington’s
sittin’ on leather, like my car’s a f-ckin’ moccasin
snap, crackle, pop…mollies, sh-ttin’ stacks up in ollie’s
yo b-tch b-lls out, literally she has her b-lls out
that jank stank af, that’s kinda nasty
just lemon pepper my molly, the molly life chose me
my swack wack doe, slappin’ b-tch hoes
my ice so cold, yo b-tch e’en know

my life swack, determines my death stacks! (x2)

my b-tches ice cold, yo b-tches so old
yo b-tch ratch af, snap
f-ck money, get mollies, snort b-tches, pop blunts
smoke swack, count stacks.. of ice
my boys get mad stacks, crunk af aflac
cause we snap af, quack quack (what the f-ck?)
when i open my bugatti, all you see is mollies
f-cking b-tches in the lobby, gettin’ all the pretty mommies
i’m sweatin’ doe, i ain’t e’en pop
crunk all night, i ain’t e’en stop
bands may make her dance, but i make her snap
now bend yo -ss over, and make that sh-t clap
a wack n-gga, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
b-tch i’m cash money mike, and your b-tch got aids
you should drink snapple because you snap (stop snapping)
i ball with my molly stacks, do you e’en pop sheeeiiit
i’m so hood rich, n-gga i ain’t e’en stressin’ (okay)
bop you in your jank, i’mma teach you a lesson (okay)
we snappin’ in the paint, and you ain’t
look at my d-ck, you’ll faint (swag)

[hook]

[verse 2: sanfizzy]
sheeeit b-tch, i get chedda (okay)
pop p-ssy b-tch n-gga hoes, yeah you better (okay)
up on my throne of stacks, b-tch you need to step up (okay)
i sh-t stacks so hard, it looks like ketchup (okay)
buy yo b-tch a drank, punch her in her jank
i make hard bank, i ball like a volleyball
i’m poppin’ mollies, y’all, i gotta sh-t bricks
you so g-y you sh-t d-cks, this ain’t the remix b-tch

my life swack, determines my death stacks! (x2)

talkin’ mad sheeeit i’mma bop you fo’ sho’
pop my mollies, i’mma bop you some mo’
n-gga you wack, i’m crunk af fudashi
i’m on that green sh-t, b-tch you ain’t e’en snappin’
is your girl made out of stacks? cause i get it
is a stack of money digestible? cause i sh-t it
ask me where my swag at, naw b-tch i got swack
i smoke a lot, b-tch i’m higher than my stacks (oooooh!)
sheeeit, hold up hold up, cut the beat, oh my gaw
you just k!lled that verse, man, wow you’re so cool, can i have your number? gosh
aye, aye, aye, get, aye, get the f-ck off me! aaah!
you can’t f-ckin’ k!ll a beat like that you wack -ss hoe, b-tch, f-ck
alright where was i…oh yeah…
hoes stay trippin’, cause they ain’t about that molly life
i pop that b-tch, then i make her my molly wife (d-mn!)
i play a poppin’ piccolo, that’s my molly fife
my ice so fresh that subway wants it on one of their commercials (calm the f-ck down sanfizzy)
yo b-tch so aztec, she ancient in every aspect
hate on my swack, hate on mike cause his -ss czech
yeah b-tch, i’m a hardcore stacka
ice so white, cause i’m a mothaf-ckin’ cracka
whoo, what! what! ladies how you doin’?
so aztec you live in the aztec ruins
yeah i make yo girl go aaah
pop caps like mollies, make them ratchets go aaah
y’all eat the booty, man i eat the bowels (ew man! n-gga you ratchet!)
sweatin’ off these mollies, man i need a towel
b-tch call me ratchet, b-tch you an -n-s
you should live on ur-n-s cause you ratchin’ up my swack, b-tch

[verse 3: cash money mike & sanfizzy]
i ain’t spit in a minute, but your b-tch, i’m in it
is your b-tch a socket wrench? cause she ratchet!
i’m k!llin’ the cops (swag), i got mollies to pop (swag)
i f-ck b-tches so hard, they yell out ‘stop!’
dropped a molly, the floor is sweatin’
these chicks is poppin’, stacks i is gettin’
these n-ggas wack, you ain’t e’en stack
my d-ck must be salty, ’cause your girl is pretty thirsty
poppin’ mollies like a pez dispenser
yo girl so ugly she got face cancer
i f-cked your mom, you ain’t e’en know it
i’m yo dad, she ain’t e’en know it
but on the real, we don’t mean to come off as ratchet or hood or self-centered or heartless
we really do appreciate these women with all our hearts…sike!

[hook]

we flex b-tches, cause we ride 26’s
you feel me? you feel me?

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