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King Los

Go Green

 

Go Green

(album: Moor Bars - 2017)


Shorty give me that
I need head, I need racks
Made the pussy lean, like a, magazine in a, stack

If we don't rock, I ain't plan it
I'm just sonning niggas cause I been a star
On my block, niggas be ass
'Fore the heat flash like it's menopause
Finna get you niggas finished off
Man you boys playing scrimmage ball
Say you riding and you take it back
Man that sound like a rental car
Going back and forth for the beef
Don't that sound like some dental floss
Doubting me is like offending God
Like a Nazi in a synagogue
Paparazzi tryna watch me
I'm a kamikaze, climb inside your mami
Let her know this dick the bomb
Whip it strong, chopper cop a fifth to put my niggas on
What level niggas really tryna get it on
Oops I did it again, just like the Britney's song
Pool party at the crib, it's like sixty thongs
It's like titties on, snapchat, backpacks
Full of crispy ones, strippers on, the pole
Spin around, throw hundreds on, the hoe

Shorty give me that
I need head, I need racks
Made the pussy lean, like a, magazine in a, stack

All I ever wanted was the money, no change
Pockets full of hundreds, a hundreds I love both things
And the summer coming, I want it, I run it, that's a hundred
I hunt a nigga down, just to do it, I done done it
I done done it for the fun of it, I'm a one of one
We can run a one on one just to see what come of it
Son of a, stupid father, dumb mother
You mean to tell me it wasn't one brother
Ah fuck it, peep dawg, no need for beef dawg
Got a crew full of niggas, nice with the Mac call them Geek Squad (Geek Squad)
She slow, when you see me, see God
She hit my phone and say that she bored
I just want TLC like T-Boz
Get Bakin (bacon) like BLT's on these boys
Extra lettuce, K-I-N-G no extra letters
But extra cheese, hold the bread, but don't hold my bread
See I'm a vegan that went over your head
I split your onion for the guacamole
The beef get messy like the sloppy Jobie
Flip the broccoli just to cop a rollie
Full of karats yeah cost me cabbage
Now that's good eating, and flossing habits

Shorty give me that
I need head, I need racks
Made the pussy lean, like a, magazine in a, stack

done

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