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Lời Bài Hát Seeing Green

I'ma pull up so lit

I just might crash, dawg

Let me take this Balenciaga mask off

To ask y'all, who asked y'all

Cita told me to stunt my ass off

And that's all

He was a good cat, my bad, dawg

Don't put no K after that B, boy

Bad call, that's flag talk

Fuck around and knock your flag off

I had to

I wore a Gat' before a tattoo, I had to

As a matter of fact, I had two

No cap, I'm on the capsules

I done relapsed, boo

But I been on my feet

Since Cinderella lost her glass shoe

That cash blue, but I'm still seein' green

I'm in the bathroom, and I'm peein' lean

My bitch a vacuum

I told her, keep me clean

The scene serene

I'm a badonkadonk and bikini fiend

I just need a queen that ain't scared

To fuck a Stephen King

I used to live next door

To Drake and Momma Dee

And Lisa Dee on Eagle Street

How I go from bars

On the screen door to the TV screen

Don't ask me

But never change the channel

Gucci flannel, Gucci socks, Gucci sandals

Gucci teddy bears, and pandas, not fake

Propaganda 'bout to blow out the candle

My lil' ho out Atlanta

Got a ho out Atlanta

With a ho out Atlanta

She a ho out Atlanta

We get it, it's the same in each city

My bitch dance better than P. Diddy's

And ever since the pandemic

They don't wanna let Drake out of Canada

I been screamin', free Drizzy

I know bae trust my vision

But don't want me to see prison

Said, I can't make no promises

Either leave or come visit

But leave the keys to your heart

Next to your soul and your spirit

Some see graffiti as art

Some could see hoes to be women

But I'm the greediest shark

Amongst the ocean of killers

I put you six feet deep

I'm bein' socially distant

Nina Ross on the hip

The 44 is my mistress

Extra shots, extra clips

Ain't talkin' videos nor vixens

Just come and see about it, bitch

Tunechi

Ayo, I am the star in any room

That I stand in

I am the standout

You just my stand-in

These bitches copy my homework

That's what they hand in

That's why I'm private

Like the airports I land in

Life is a beach house

Don't let the sand in

I ball in any arena

Go let the fans in

I should go cop a new jersey

That's word to Camden

These bitches' time tick-tockin'

Better stick to dancin'

I D&G the wallet

My money tall and brolic

Big-ass backyards

Just so Papa Bear could frolic

One Margarita pizza

With Parmesan and garlic

These bitches thirsty

I can see why they alcoholics

Ain't gotta ever talk about it

When you are about it

Just bought a new car, not to drive it

But to walk around it

Just call me Nicki, cock the blicky

The Minaj is silent

Brand new vanilla Maserati

I been Häagen-Dazsin'

He call me solid even though

I'm drippin' water diet

Big booty stickin' out

My Daisy Dukes'll cause a riot

These bitches still my sons

Who could ever deny it

My packs hit different

Who could ever supply it

No one bitch could be my opp

That shit offends me

It's corporate giants and machines

That went against me

I wash bitches, man

They couldn't even rinse me

She said she hot, I said

Well, bitch, come and convince me

Ain't no C in green, but I'm seein' green

Even with them floor seats

They couldn't see the team

The K-I-N-G, the G.O.A.T, plus me, the Queen

I send shots

Send 'em back or flee the scene

You know

One of the perils of makin' money is

You can afford to be dramatic

Y'all some drama queens, for real

It's all good, though

You now tuned in to the biggest, ever

Ymcmb, Tunechi Lee, Young Angel

Young Lion, man

Y'all boys get on

A track with Onika Maraj

And y'all still dyin'

Man, wassup? We in this bitch

This ain't gon' be the first time

That I do numbers on two crutches

Seen more plaques than toothbrushes

Until I'm at the pearly white gates

I gotta move somethin', do somethin'

All meetings happen in person

So they can't prove nothin'

Known her eight years

And still fuck her like a new husband

Tryna run a country like Putin one day

But who's rushin', who's bluffin'? For real

Who you huggin', who you wanna be lovin'

I play forty-eight minutes

On a torn meniscus, who's subbin'

El Chico luxury

Wanna see my niggas ball so bad

I started up a league

You niggas can't trouble me

From the Doubletree

Step your suites up

I get Oliver to set the beats up

2021, I had to wet the streets up

Your girl was better in the mornin'

Like a slice of pizza

That's when I had to hit her with the

Nice to meet ya

You niggas think you doin' damage

You just hypin' me up

Face who? I could see a wall of y'all

All of y'all and run straight through

Trust, it's all fun and games

Until I wanna play too

Dios mío, the ice is frío on the Jesus

It's bringin' me closer to God

I'm already close to the mob

I'm already known as the G.O.A.T

Could try and get close, but you won't

I already packed the garage

None of these shits is a Dodge

None of this shit's a facade

None of this shit's a mirage

Thought I was seein' things

When I was seein' green

6 G-O-D, CMB, yes sir

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