《Green Juice》TXT歌词下载

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Yeah
 This for Harlem
 Silk City
 , what up?
 , what up?
 Rest in peace 
 StarTrak (Roof)

 I'm the king, I'm the ruler
 Got Pharrell up in Harlem
 Chillin' on the crate with a block of shooters
 Gotta keep the Glock in cooler
 Flip hone shorty in the corner store
 Pull a black car out the mink velour
 Tiffany stones all in my jaw
 Tank in the crib with fish from Jaws
 I'm liftin' off, get so high I could kiss the Lord
 Don Corleone, I been a boss
 In a Maybach with the ceilin' off

 Hold up, hold up
 Hold up, hold up
 You cannot make this shit if you're a fraud
 They do not make nothing like this no more
 'Cause we got caterpillar chains and the butterfly doors
 Flappin' platinum, but still we soar
 Strappin', strappin', finna go to war
 Zoom, zoom, imagine tappin' into your corе

 Shells hangin' out the vintage Porschе
 New crib like a synagogue
 Chew all these rappers up for free
 Never asl how much the dinner cost
 Renell sip Hen', she gettin' sauced
 And wanna make on the tennis court
 You wonder why they call me lord?
 You pussy-ass niggas, I invented y'all
 I run the game, I set the bar
 ****in' shit up like a wreckin' ball
 Adidas deal with the three stripes
 Sit back and watch the check evolve

 Hold up, hold up
 Hold up, hold up
 You cannot make this shit if you're a fraud
 They do not make nothing like this no more
 'Cause we got the caterpillar chains and the butterfly doors
 Flappin' platinum, but still we soar (Ah)
 Strappin', strappin', finna go to a war (Ah)
 Zoom, zoom, imagine tappin' into your core (Ah)

 Learnin' the past and the present's yours
 Your most valuable possession, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hey)