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letra de green lantern - thugmoneytony

(yea)
(yea)

run up on me and you gon get blitzed
fan on me, yea i got the sh-ts
this choppa gon knock you turn you to a myth
you run, this glock gon hit u in yo hip
green lantern always got that green on me
but i rock all black n-gga real lowkey
boy i’m bouta up the pole got the steel on me
black washed d-ckie’s with the all black tee

lsd on my tounge got stickers on me
two baguettes on my wrist all white bling bling
baggy nike sweats with a vintage tee
i’m cool as a b-tch you ain’t got shi on me
n-gga you is a b-tch you real p-ssy to me
said you was gon hurt me i said “oh geez”

(yea, yea, yea)

(you gon’)

run up on me and you gon get blitzed
fan on me, yea i got the sh-ts
this choppa gon knock you turn you to a myth
you run, this glock gon hit u in yo hip
green lantern always got that green on mе
but i rock all black n-gga real lowkey
boy i’m bouta up the polе got the steel on me
black washed d-ckie’s with the all black tee
my n-gga you dirty go and brush yo t–th
just like juice and ally my choppa gon leak
i feel like chris brown, i’m beatin the beat
i don’t chase the bands the bands chase me
ima say that line over and over again
but i’m on the beat now you cannot stop me
yea, we slide like hockey
choppa pop em and treat em like molly
she was talkin to me but i heard her hardly
top rope rko, yea matt hardy
dominican thottie we callin her cardi
and she gon hop on it then ride it like harley
she ask if i remember her? i told her hardly
yea you be stinkin you smell like salami
yea, look at you stank you smell like tilapia
we in our prime and ain’t n0body stoppin us
don’t gotta label, nah they not robing us
told shordy to eat it, yea she gon gobble up
like kendrick lamar i told em to squabble up
hit him with a hammer, just like im robin hood
i seen you outside, what’s crackin’ what’s good?
you was puffin the gas you was smokin’ the woods

run up on me and i promise its r.i.p., yea just like sanction
i push the work just like a construction worker pushin’ all over the pavement
you may be a thug but you got no money, yea, you are not tony
all of yall n-ggas are broke as as is broke as joke
you say you get bread but you are phony (yea, yea, yea)
(you gon’)

my n-gga you dirty go and brush yo t–th
just like juice and ally my choppa gon leak
i feel like chris brown, i’m beatin the beat
i don’t chase the bands the bands chase me
ima say that line over and over again
but i’m on the beat now you cannot stop me

- thugmoneytony

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