Correction Lyrics Green Eggs N Ham by YN Jay

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(His name's Pablo)

Comin' off the bench droppin' thirty, I'm the sixth man
Yeah, alright
N***a tried to slide with a Smitty and his sh*t jammed
Four of Wock' got me leanin' hard, I'ma kick-stand
She like, "Mike, can I please suck your d**k? I'm a big fan"
I just got the call that another package gettin' shipped in
He threw a shot, I grabbed it off the gla** like I'm Big Ben
Sick I got caught gettin' head from my b*t*h friend
Pop a n***a, then beat his a**, he was 6'10"
Told the plug I'm tryna buy a brick and he chipped in
I feel like noddin' off, damn, I think that Perc 30 kicked in
The b*t*h bad but couldn't f**k with her, she got a big head

Ah, made a million dollars off of weed, that's my sixth plan
Damn
N***a tried to hang a n***a, tried to crucify me like stick man
I know a thick b*t*h skinny as f**k, but got big legs
Freak b*t*h came over, but she ain't let me f**k, why you keep playin'?
I just put a switch on a hundred, this b*t*h keep sprayin'
N***a spent thirty-five dollars, that's a cheap plan
I just pulled up with hella guns, I'm the heat man
And I got drums, I'm the beat man
B*t*h stood up, I took her spot, I'm the seat man
Only spent a couple loose dollars, I'm the cheap man
I just spent forty thousand dollars on my teeth, damn
I can't even drop my own music 'cause it leaked, man
Hundred thousand dollars all cash, it's on me, damn
B*t*h said I act like Martin, I can't see Pam
Dr. Seuss, eatin' green eggs, I don't eat ham
N***a, why the f**k you— damn
N***a, why the f**k you brought a gun if your heat jam?
Somebody call Phoenix, I think I need Sam
I just seen a gun go boom, my heat blam
That's how it sound when I beat her in the hotel
That's how it sound when I'm beatin' down the block, I got 'bow sales
I just made a hundred thousand plays, I need more scales
Told my n***a send some more 'bows, I need more mail
How you know she hit a line of ooh? 'Cause her nose red
B*t*h got some white fingernails, but her toes red
You a lil' hungry-a** bird, don't get no bread
She asked me, "Which ones you want me to put behind my head?" I said, "Both legs"
I can tell you're crook, wearin' lil'-a** shoes, look how your toes spread
What the f**k is that? Is that toejam?
I done sold a hundred-somethin' P's, I'm the 'bow man
You ain't never ever got no cheese, you the broke man
Boy, you need to wash your stankin' a** with some soap, damn
B*t*h can't suck my whole d**k, she gon' choke, damn
B*t*h, what's the floor plan?
I just got a whole pint of Wock' from my old man
Mold on the money, I got old bands
I like to f**k my cougar b*t*h, we be roleplaying
No, I can't f**k with you 'cause you told, fam
Okay, my auntie fried chicken, ate the whole pan
Unc' sell a lil' blow like an old fan
My b*t*h got the key to my safe, I punched the code in
I'm finna drop a deuce of Wock' in a Code Red
I don't need you to get high, I got my own meds
I got script for a pint from Dr. Conehead
Only got d**k for a b*t*h like what is romance?
Promotor booked a n***a for a party, but his show did
Jay, I think I hit him six times, he for sure dead
Security got a strict rule, I still snuck a pole in
I'm addicted to my Glock, we like to hold hands

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