willie sees green - the boys in the band lyrics
[intro]
willie green
yeah, yeah
you’re off june
[hook: blxny]
why i feel like chip skylark
for the money i’m a die hard
b+tches tryna ride with me but you ain’t in get in my car
yeah it’ll never be a struggle to find something to get high on
got to cut off all the snakes that be looking into my lawn
i’m ‘bout to get rich, yeah
that’s the type of time i’m on
f+cking on your b+tch
swear that that hoe wears the smallest thongs
move it over to the side, she ain’t even got to take it all
she my favoritе b+tch cause she know just how to take it all
[verse 1: alphad]
littlе mama, icky vicky
bet one for a sticky, sticky
always been a hundred, i don’t know about no fifty+fifty
put that on my pain, all she ever say is gimmie, gimmie
living in the hills b+tch you know i got my n+ggas with me
blowing racks when we go shopping
no, i don’t do no capping
b+tch you know i’m soda popping
if i see it, i want, i cop it
it’s your favorite neighborhood superstar
it’s your favorite neighborhood superstar
i got cosmo in my blunt
i got wanda in my cup
fly as f+ck, hardcore like a hockey puck
smoking zaza by the bowl
call my bros, let’s get the hoes
get the straps and rock and roll
sing one song and get and go
don’t disturb me while i’m geeking
she just want to hear my secrets
i’ma hit him in a sequence
she gon’ suck me like she t++thing
she gon’ move through this meeting
she ain’t freaking for the weekend
b+tch you know i’m fly as h+ll
sh+t i’m fresher than your deacon
[hook: blxny]
why i feel like chip skylark
for the money i’m a die hard
b+tches tryna ride with me but you ain’t in get in my car
yeah it’ll never be a struggle to find something to get high on
got to cut off all the snakes that be looking into my lawn
i’m ‘bout to get rich, yeah
that’s the type of time i’m on
f+cking on your b+tch
swear that that hoe wears the smallest thongs
move it over to the side, she ain’t even got to take it all
she my favorite b+tch cause she know just how to take it all
[verse 2: blxny]
running out of feelings, it be hard to make ‘em last
yeah, b+tches tryna steal it
she knew where my heart was at
but i only care ‘bout money, told her she gon’ end up sad
don’t pay attention to no hoe, i’m in my chip skylark bag
it’s hard for me not to brag
all the money, drugs and ass coming at me all at once
didn’t know it’d be so fast
everything is said and done, i be running from my past
pulling out a blunt wrap and i fill it to the max
i do everything you can’t, b+tches reaching for my pants
but none of ‘em understand that i cannot be your man
cause i got way bigger plans
it’s involving h+lla plants
also music and the fans
i’ma make the b+tches dance
i’ve been feeling like the man
i’ve been meeting my demands
i’ve been getting h+lla paper, all this money in my hands
i invest in anything and then it multiply by ten
i’ma finally relax but i still don’t even know when
[hook: blxny]
why i feel like chip skylark
for the money i’m a die hard
b+tches tryna ride with me but you ain’t in get in my car
yeah it’ll never be a struggle to find something to get high on
got to cut off all the snakes that be looking into my lawn
i’m ‘bout to get rich, yeah
that’s the type of time i’m on
f+cking on your b+tch
swear that that hoe wears the smallest thongs
move it over to the side, she ain’t even got to take it all
she my favorite b+tch cause she know just how to take it all
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