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tapri grams - green dot party lyrics

intro: (laptopboyboy) you ain’t live this life n+gga, you can’t feel how i feel, you ain’t went where i went, straight like that n+gga, more money more murder n+gga

hook: you can’t feel how i feel , you ain’t’ went where i went
my life bout some money, it ain’t really bout no b+tch
lotta n+ggas switch man just like my b+tch
you know i keep them blues on my body just like nip
straight pressure, baby want that birkin or that whip
oh, i peep, pop it on his lip
baby what’s your name, aye! pop it on his b+tch
green dot party it’s a rave in this b+tch

verse 1: ah, ah, how it get
that b+tch couldn’t hold it down
but that b+tch could ride d+ck, i could blow your top ,hm make a n+gga wish
woke up thinking bout, dollars, gwallas and a l!ck
i got b+tches, i got b+tches, well i could break a n+gga b+tch
wake up , d+mn daniel, don’t care than a b+tch
put it in reverse terry, spark him and his b+tch
he pop it on the net, (fa fa fa) what he get
i could give 5, 10 f+cks about that b+tch
3,5 in my wood , keep it lit
oil up my glock man that b+tch came with tits
fly n+gga, with an attitude baby girl check my fit
ice on my wrist , r kelly with the p+ss
put on for this sh+t, this the thanks that i get?
he probably don’t like me cause i’m f+cking on his b+tch
strobe light up on my mop, throw a party in that b+tch

verse 2: big 40 whoppin, get to poppin on his lip
finessing everybody, you know we scamming in this b+tch
i never really liked him anyway , now he hit
money and that murder pop that boy up out that drip
eyes open, on my sh+t
i just paid like 10 petty bands on that whip
i make the money spin back, you know just how i get
i’m smoking on some pressure , thats a band every fl!ck
the way i pop my glock you see the fl!ck in my wrist
i know that boy a b+tch cause he switched like a b+tch
you n+ggas out here ratting, oh lord what a snitch
he felt the shot all up in his chest like a 5th
you know i’m finna blow, but you can’t hear no tick
aye b+tch, bite that pillow so you can’t hear that sh+t
you know i got that iron man, stuck on my fist
baby i’m too hot , put a gwalla on a bic
hook: you can’t feel how i feel , you ain’t’ went where i went
my life bout some money, it ain’t really bout no b+tch
lotta n+ggas switch man just like my b+tch
you know i keep them blues on my body just like nip
straight pressure, baby want that birkin or that whip
oh, i peep, pop it on his lip
baby what’s your name, aye! pop it on his b+tch
green dot party it’s a rave in this b+tch

(outro) g’z, thats on the g ,i ain’t with none of that sucka sh+t n+gga
i get to slapping on a n+gga real quick n+gga
ain’t no suckas on this side n+gga
ain’t no rat campaign over here n+gga

- tapri grams lyrics

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