Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tender Greens, artist - Durag Dynasty. Album song 360 Waves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
Tender Greens |
Stidler hid the rid of the riddler |
Getting rid of the filth til they killed your ricochet, renegade rhyme splinter |
Dan Blinter — he suffer from cold feet, it’s no sleep |
I got handled like mo chicks, I hold heats |
Beat graceful, Pete Sakes, my radiance |
Like staring at the burner bush, max being the ravious plaques |
Meaning they praising, I’m atheist |
Got bargained, all shinin kamikaze corner store labelges |
Talk native go song haters or song sacred |
If the wogs may just got some more baggers, you know the baseler, spill the shit |
Then bully your hood, the mack cuta’s plan to raise you passes back to back |
Would, I’m that good |
In Tristate holster outbreak, I go primate |
My beaters go savage til I make his third eye ache again |
The killer’s bin, spit fire back, spit flim, spit shining gems but I ain’t |
buying that |
You wanna leak don’t you? |
Download it free, won’t ya? |
Before you know it, pop pop, that’s when the blood sold ya |
Out of body, probably my Gattis will leave you lying snotty |
Don’t try to hobby with a jolly like it’s laddi daddi |
You outer space, Lord, holy shit, look at Shorty |
You just a poser on a skateboard tryna alli |
On my Muhammad Ali, got bought Iluminati |
Do the knowledge debut, the sky is down and you go sloppier |
Soon as the molly up |
On the other side of the planet |
Where broads ain’t really trippin what kind of car we in |
Pimp pimp hurray, blazin a 8th of hip a day |
The wealth of this rhyming, diamonds out of Tiffany’s |
Health is the science, exercise lips and weight |
Might take a little discipline to get you straight |
I’m good money every time man, official cake |
Tools for the haters in case I gotta fix a face |
Tools on the table, pick a face straight from leviathan |
My parents moddy of a nigga playin |
Man tryna slap MacDonald, mack rap photo mack |
Zodiac crack Ronald Reagan racks, blowin stack |
Give or take a decimal, dangerous decibals |
Talk delectable, I’m cheffin up something exceptional |
Taste the pleth of her styles, I pitch corner block projects split |
Straight chipped off of pyramid bricks |
It’s all hieroglyph, Titanic oracle porch |
That’s boatlandish, word to my nautical sport — they can’t stand it |
Fly fast in easter beastin for a feature |
Snortin reefer, now I’m bout to beat ya out yo sneakers |
Air blow back fusion, fire no wings |
Mixed with the bow jacks, straps attached, no strings |
Photographic ratchets, smash your cabbage maggot |
From the looks of your head of lettuce we have a salad |
Tender greens fiend, 3 ring regime team |
Leave you steam cleaned, promoters better bring crème |