Paroles de la chanson Green Lit par Tech N9ne

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Paroles de la chanson Green Lit par Tech N9ne

[Tech N9ne]
Aw, shit
This somethin', y'all lit
You niggas called it
To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it

[Tech N9ne]
I ain't gotta send it to you trippin' all the tickets
Negative lippin', you automatically start the mission
Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissin'
Leave your shit in a bad condition
So many N9cians, I can't list 'em
When the funk comin' up, they sniffin' (Chuh)
My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)
It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)
And they ain't rappin', no talkin' and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)
They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason
I ain't gotta say a damn thing
Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came
You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains
Damn shame, and lame
Got to drop and pop your top like when they poppin' champagne
Euh, and I got plenty means
To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green
The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams
If he say anything (Anything?)
Anything (Anything, chuh)
So close they hold these spitters
So many that I might not even know these hitters
Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters
When it pop, don't look at me, I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)

[Maez301]
T-T-G, yeah we trained to go
Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed
Police come around, they go, "We don't know"
Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most
Green lit a pussy, bumper car
And my niggas always down to spin the blah
What that mean? Double back, hit his top
Y'all custodian, might pull up with the mop

[King Iso]
A lot of wolfing going on from these new names lately
Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe
Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced crazy
My youngins'll mop you up for a Blueface baby, uggh
I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him press
That line like it's call waiting, but it's those texts you'll be receiving
Not gonna start shit but I play defense
Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end
When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creeping nigga
Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss cheesed
Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please
Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried
When the Sig squeeze, I'll make m's on 16's
Strange Gang, I'll bang bang like it's Chief Keef
Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees
I ain't riding 'round naked like a striptease
I'm doing drive by's on a ten-speed for ten g's
I be gassing on 'em with a ten-speed what the lick read
They don't wanna see me balling and they know I'm King like I run up switch teams
I'm ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets in-crease
Shitting on them niggas hella bad thinking ill I've been on a win streak
I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive
And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice
Trav said "Take the high road" so I won't go at it
But if you hating do me a favor, do Momo challenge
Chump

[Maez301]
T-T-G yeah we trained to go
Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed
Police come around, they go "We don't know"
Get ya, get ya spliff, what we do tomorrow?
Stay in your lil' pussy bumpercar
And my niggas up and down to spend the block
What that mean? Double back, hit his top
Y'all custodian, I'll pull up with the mop

[Maez301]
You worry about bitches, I handle my business
My niggas be with it, we coming to get it
You know how we be pulling up, aught to be cool with us
But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough
Ain't try'na disrespect nobody, but my goons'll catch a body
Shoot 'em just like paparazzi
Now you stumble in the fire
50 bands for a show, what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka
Pull up and go blocka blocka, OG's they gon' pop ya, pop ya
Niggas talking, we gon' let them have it
Listen peon, shit could get tragic

[Maez301]
T-T-G yeah we trained to go
Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed
Police come around, they go "We don't know"
Get ya, get ya spliff, what we do tomorrow?
Stay in your lil' pussy bumpercar
And my niggas up and down to spend the block
What that mean? Double back, hit his top
Y'all custodian, I'll pull up with the mop

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