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​yvngxchris - green lyrics

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[intro]
(come f+ck me, supreme)

[verse 1: yvngxchris]
i get to the money, i get to the green
she suckin’ and f+ckin’, that b+tch for the team
got a glock in my hand and that b+tch got a beam
i’ma slide on his block with a glock 17
i’ma slide on his block with a glock 22
and i’m posted with gang, b+tch, you know how it do
and if i got to do it, you know i’ma shoot
got a thottie, lil’ b+tch wanna ride in the coupe
b+tch, i’m ballin’ out just like the league
got a thottie, she suckin’ on me
smokin’ gas and i’m off of the tree
on his block with that glock 17
and i shut that lil’ b+tch like a door, yeah
no, i cannot f+ck with no wh0re, yeah
and i’m ball on that b+tch, like the court, yeah
she callin’ my phone, i ignore it, yeah
i shot that b+tch, don’t miss, okay
that b+tch wan’ f+ck yvngxchris, okay
that b+tch won’t get a kiss, no way
i might bust down my wrist today
bro, why this b+tch keep textin’ me?
no lackin’, keep that vеst on me
i’ll take that chain, don’t flex on mе
i never take no rest, homie
yeah, that lil’ n+gga know how i’m rockin’
shorty f+ck with the gang, she be hoppin’
i’ma go to the top, never stoppin’
never lackin’, that glock in my pocket
i be flippin’ that pack and i’m makin’ it
i’ma hop in the coupe and i’m racin’ it
throw it back on my d+ck and she shakin’ it
i’ma get to the bag like i’m [?], on gang
[verse 2: lade!]
i’ma speed in the foreign, ain’t ‘posed to be where?
n+ggas, they cry when i step in the buildin’
this b+tch wanna f+ck, now she wantin’ my children
i’ma rob a young n+gga, not doin’ no k!llin’
i’m takin’ his skin, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout peelin’
he gon’ talk out his neck, let me know how you feel
they said i’m bad, they know he a villain
can’t beef with a n+gga, just know that i’m chillin’
yeah, they callin’ my phone but i won’t pick it up
matter of fact, let me pick this sh+t up
he ain’t talkin’ ’bout cash then he got to shut up
bro, i’m sippin’ on lean, you can look in my cup
i’m f+ckin’ this b+tch and i’m tearin’ it up
now i’m smokin’ this gas with my vision blurred up
they said that they f+ck with me, n+gga shut up
and you think that’s your b+tch but she backin’ it up

[outro: lade!]
on gang



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