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Greenlight
Hip-Hop/Rap
Greenlight è stato pubblicato il 1 dicembre 2023 da We Ball Records come parte dell'album Greenlight - Single
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Data di uscita1 dicembre 2023
EtichettaWe Ball Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM86

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rafeal Ross Jr
Rafeal Ross Jr
Songwriter

Testi

Bow
Come on
Surfer
Let's do it, I told her, yeah
Bring that ass here, let me smack it
Yeah
All my **** move a package
I can't trust the way no bitch
Look on the gram, they all be catfish
I made 30 off of 10
My first time seeing a backflip
Tell me how you eatin', ****
You ain't out here cookin' shit
Belt gang, my cutty
nem be really out here whoopin' shit
I'm really up, so know I can't be worried
About no bitch shit
When I got to the south
They treated **** like a misfit
Asked that lil' bitch how she want it
She want dick all in her stomach
We ain't playin' tag, lil' bitch
So why you doin' all this runnin'
I can't wait till I get rich
I know a hundred million comin
Dre gon' hit the glass
To go and get a brick
I call him Drummond
I like bitches who like Rastas
They get mad when they see her with me
Gave so many **** power
Startin' to think I'm Hercules
Lil' JR crashed out
I gotta show him how to work the Jeep
Brody think he Steph
My **** quick to shoot from 30 deep
Bitch it's green light gang
If you want it, I'ma blow it
She went and got a BBL
At every party, she gon' throw it
My **** up like 20
We don't even gotta show it
How you mad yo lil' bitch fuckin' on me
You know she goin
You want choppa or the drake
Or we can hit you with the shotty
I'm in New York with my ****
Ci them bitches on our body
I might pay to get them put up in a box
Ain't talkin' Roddy
Bro, get happy
Seein' opps he do his dance
And Feel like Bobby
Hating on me
Cause I'm out the way
I promise you ain't no shit
My shooter in the gym
Like every Day
I know he won't miss
Ain't shit to talk about
You **** pussy
So I want diss
His bitch will see me out
And get the feelin
That she want this
Bitches green light, go
So show me where the hoes
She got to askin' me for money
Before she even touched her toes
I get dimes on my own
What I look like fuckin' foes
My lil' bitch fuckin' with the kit
Now she want me to get her froze
Bro want get back
I told him if he shoot
You better hit back
If they don't drop
The first time that we slide
We gotta spin back
Lil' Brody say it's paper on the road
I go and get that
She chocolate with ah ass
Already know I gotta hit that
Bitch it's green light
Know we ain't stoppin
at no red
What your team like
Know my **** known
For gettin' bread
It don't even seem right
If she just wanna fuck and
Don't give head
I just hit her in the car
The lil' bitch never see my bed
If I'm OT
And you want the shit
I got you
Know I'm taxin
Young 11, he from Hayes
I treat the **** like he Jackson
Man you **** don't be livin
What y'all rappin
Quit the cappin
She a sloppy toppin
Bitch I told her
Come here with the action
I'm a flexin' ass lil' ****
Five figures in my bank
I den sold so many grams
I start to feel like house of dank
Yeah
Green light gang
You know what the fuck
Goin' on man
We ball
Written by: Rafeal Ross Jr
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