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556 (Green Tip) (Spotem G-Mix)
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iayze
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Ayy (B*t*h), b*t*h, I'm Groovy (One and only) He ain't no Blood, he ain't this, he ain't that, he ain't a Mac, too (He ain't a Mac too) Sayin' this and that, b*t*h, it's gon' get you clapped too I be like, uh, b*t*h, uh I'm talkin' green tip, 5.56, and a blick too Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (N***a) Oh, we on that sh*t too, I used to hit licks too N***a shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too He ain't this, he ain't that He ain't a Blood, he ain't a Mac He be saying this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too Ridin' with a big MAC, b*t*h, this ain't no fast food (B*t*h) I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (N***a) That boy sweet as hell, why you think he stayed in school? (Ayy) I used to bang it out with opps, the police take my tool (B*t*h) I be like "F**k the wannabes", they be likе, "Iayze a fool" It ain't sh*t to get her on hеr knees, all I gotta do is keep it cool (Ayy) Ayy, who is he? (Who is he?) I like green tip, 5.56, my ARPs (N***a, ayy) I like pouring Tris, f**kin' hoes, and throwing C's (B*t*h, ayy) She love D'usse, shaking a**, and love smoking my weed (B*t*h, ayy) I use to post up on that block, fifty cent for a single, ain't have no weed The i8 I'm in, ain't came wit' no keys (Okay, mm-yoom) She want me save a b*t*h, I ain't Christopher Reeves (B*t*h, I ain't no Superman) Say she a sl*t, then she get sl*t, I get my nut, and then I leave I'm talkin' green tip, 5.56, and a blick too Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (N***a) Oh, we on that sh*t too, I used to hit licks too N***a shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too He ain't this, he ain't that He ain't a Blood, he ain't a Mac He be saying this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too Ridin' with a big MAC, b*t*h, this ain't no fast food (Huh, okay) I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (N***a, b*t*h) (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I done f**ked the bowl up (Damn), that b*t*h told me, "Hol' up" (Hold up) Too fast, I might throw up I been in the fast lane (Fast lane), I been rolling Doja (Doja) These n***as fruit cakes (Cakes), n***as, they big sojas Don't push me to the edge 'cause I'm gettin' closer (Gettin' closer) And you actin' like that 'cause your heart on your shoulder (Heart out on your shoulder) I'm dripping in Chanel today, that's the motive I might go drip Louis V for the culture (No bap) I done poured a four in my two-liter soda-soda (Soda) Jump out, put the blicks to ya' sh*t (Bap), f**k ya' over Reload the mag, hop out do 'em bad, then it's over (Over) That street sweeper big, b*t*h, it's a bulldozer I'm talkin' green tip, 5.56, and a blick too Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (N***a) Oh, we on that sh*t too, I used to hit licks too N***a shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too He ain't this, he ain't that He ain't a Blood, he ain't a Mac He be saying this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too Ridin' with a big MAC, b*t*h, this ain't no fast food (B*t*h) I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (N***a)
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