| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Kush God, bitch
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| Really
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| Uh-huh
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| Uh
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| Let it breathe for a second
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| Right
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| Lately, I been on the Somalian flex
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| Teddy threw me some pieces, always fuck up a check
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| I need the whole 2020 collection, I’m on deck
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| 2x the tops, XL the sweats
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| My direct sell for wreck
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| And then exhale the rest
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| You think I do this for TV but ain’t no cam in there
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| I smoke two-hundred bucks a day, that’s seventy grand a year
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| Uh, wish I could claim this on my taxes
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| But Uncle Sam can’t get what’s under this mattress, uh
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| You can’t relate, you non-active
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| Plus your whole hustle game is lacklust, Acura
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| Lookin' for some dope boys, that’s us
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| I represent a small percentage of the niggas that really talk and live it
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| Travel with it always off my pivot
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| Of course, I hit it, I be courtside with it
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| Uh, enough raw to make the dog sick
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| Fuck a U-Haul truck, I need a forklift
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| Fuck a five-star suite, I need a fortress
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| And if I ever swipe, I use the corporate
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| It’s more lit, more shit
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| I buy champ for fun, I got endorsements
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| Of course it’s still all green like what Sebi sings, uh
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| And business over everything
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| Everybody I know with real money don’t want fame
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| Was dark, then the sun came
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| Underground king like the pimp and bun name
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| Whole lotta flavor contain
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| Got your whole record deal just on one chain
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| One thing, we come in peace but still gun sling
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| So keep your piece unless you want flame
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| Through all the smoke, the smoke clears, smoke there
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| Still got a whole lotta debts for wholesale
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| Meet me in the lot of the Red Roof Inn Motel
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| Had to cut the middle man, tried to ride my coattail
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| Gas got my feet on it, nigga, tried to put a whole G on it
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| Got him out the way, put my G on it
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| Uh, I’m a Harlem nigga, anyhow
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| You niggas lookin' goofy, we still koofi, smack ya jimmy style
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| It came from us, if it was any loud
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| Smokers club, I live it out
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| Uh, enough raw to make the dog sick
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| Fuck a U-Haul truck, I need a forklift
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| Fuck a five-star suite, I need a fortress
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| And if I ever swipe, I use the corporate
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| It’s more lit, more shit
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| I buy champ for fun, I got endorsements
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| Of course it’s still all green like what Sebi sings, uh
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| And business over everything |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Green , by - Smoke DZA. Song from the album Prime Location, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп