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letra de greener - yxna

(ooooh) two phones, two whips
i’m on my sh-t
i froze my wrist i know i’m here
poppin’ the merc, poppin’ the perk
then i get high from the ketamine
i’m ballin’ like dirk and i’m goin’ berserk
and they cryin’ and tryin’ to get rid of me

makin’ the medicine, grab me a beaker
take the promethazine, pour me a lead
i need some amphetamine, call me a teacher
now i got wild-eyed fever
yeah, i know i’m a fly-high dreamer
take that chance like a wide receiver
it’s 10k bands if you want my feature

oh, skip the bullsh-t, chasin’ on the bag
like you do it, see it on the tag
stars are shinin’, do it for the flag
four to ukraine, empty out the bag
i’m a bottle of pinot grigio
grab a special one, jose mourinho
i smoke and i’m down like mauricio
skywalker, now call me 3po

i get in my zone, you never been on the sh-t that i’m on
get me a throne, i’ve been a king and it gave me the fadeaway
call me lebron, throw me a ball i’ve been eatin’ like a takeaway
take a bounty on a dinner date i’ve been flowin’ when i meditate
i take that record, then i set it straight
i know i’m a shooter like a stormtrooper
i’m born ready like a dawn ruler i’m sworn in, you a sore loser
i’m ballin’, you a sports blooper
i don’t wanna lie, i’ve been tweakin’ off the perks again
floatin’ in the sky, i’m not comin’ back
to earth again when i switch sides with the grass ain’t greener
don’t catch a fever i’m sick of your sh-t, got a new demeanor
gilbert arenas i got a brand new beamer
maybe i’m cappin’, but you ain’t gonna get one neither

sh-t goes so d-mn hard, can i blame you?
swole, got a brand new leaker
you can’t slow go well out water
chosen one, no harry potter
earth so cold, they make you shudder
end up frozen in the gutter
i’m doin’ this sh-t too quick
i’m feelin’ handy, i’m feelin’ too sealed

on a new planet, i’m feelin’ like rick
i’m buildin’ the habits, i’m stackin’ the bricks

two phones, two whips i’m on my sh-t
i froze my wrist i know i’m him
hop in the merc, pop in the perc
then i get high from the ketamine
i’m ballin’ like dirk and i’m goin’ berserk
and they cryin’ and tryna get rid of me
top of the shelf and i’m makin’ the stacks
i just wanna live off my reps
stay in the lane when i’m switchin’ the tracks
playin’ the game when i turn on the hacks
yeah, i’m a rookie, i know what i’m doin’
i’m makin’ the money, the bread, i’m pursuin
cut straight to the front cause i never been queuin’
i’m makin’ it out with the sh-t that i’m brewin
call me and bap it away, i’m attackin’
i’m snappin’ his leg and i’m sendin’ him packin
they started as haters, i’m leavin’, i’m clappin
yeah, yeah, yeah, i’ve been doin’ my own sh-t
i don’t f-ck with no b-tch
i’m always gettin’ out and roll with the clique, yeah

two phones, two whips i’m on my sh-t
i’m rollin’ with clique i know it’s it
i’m rollin’ with it i see the bone
i’m rollin’ with it i know it’s on

- yxna

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