Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Green Light, artist - London Jae. Date of issue: 27.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Green Light |
| Started from the bottom, feet planted in the mud |
| I was dead to the world |
| Fast forward a few years, now I’m touring round the world |
| All I want is some head from your girl |
| Green light, I got to go and get it |
| 2007, I had a Honda Civic |
| Trafficking weed through the city, fuck the speed limit |
| And your club wasn’t shit unless my team in it |
| And your club wasn’t shit unless my team in it |
| Cause we winning |
| And your club wasn’t shit unless my team in it |
| Broke bitches make me nervous, I don’t want em round me |
| And I’m still on Cleveland, hustling for no reason |
| The same spot where Rich came and found me |
| Head over water, no more drowning |
| Hand the valet the Ferrari at the mall, they surround me |
| Feeling like a king, that or be a dream |
| I’m balling like Kareem, how the fuck you niggas sounding |
| Broke niggas make me nervous, and I don’t want em near me |
| In a McLaren with Bobby, round the lobby, niggas don’t understand so they fear |
| me |
| I’m in this bitch stacking racks to the ceiling |
| Tryna see a million |
| I got my motherfucking team now, green light |
| Young nigga with a million dollar dream |
| Got em beating all the schemes |
| To get me some money and get the fuck up out the gutter |
| And never switch up on my niggas, going hard for the team |
| Tell the truth, I used to look up to a few niggas |
| Till I got me some money and saw their true colors |
| Shining hard, popping good, and them niggas around you ain’t got a pot to piss |
| in |
| Nigga you a sellout |
| They don’t respect me, you don’t like a nigga, check it |
| Pull up on your set and get the motherfucking weapon |
| I got that motherfucking Smith & Wesson |
| Small thing to a giant, I’m from the jungle, and I’m kinging like a lion |
| Bitch I’m winning without trying |
| Know you made it when you spending without buying |
| Them pain killers tryna numb all the pain from the bullshit I seen in my life |
| It’s only two motherfuckers in the world I don’t trust |
| That’s niggas and bitches, that’s on my life |
| Small circle, nigga can’t stick a pen in it |
| Face deep in that pussy I got my chin it |
| I ain’t a gangster, I’m a player ho |
| And I’m moving round the city like the mayor ho |
| Broke bitches make me nervous, I don’t want em round me |
| And I’m still on Cleveland, hustling for no reason |
| The same spot where Rich came and found me |
| Head over water, no more drowning |
| Hand the valet the Ferrari at the mall, they surround me |
| Feeling like a king, that or be a dream |
| I’m balling like Kareem, how the fuck you niggas sounding |
| Broke niggas make me nervous, and I don’t want em near me |
| In a McLaren with Bobby, round the lobby, niggas don’t understand so they fear |
| me |
| I’m in this bitch stacking racks to the ceiling |
| Tryna see a million |
| I got my motherfucking team now, green light |