Текст песни
I can't bend or fold, staying real is all I know. No, I don't work for UPS, But that package come right to your door. I love me a bad bitch with racks, yeah, You know that's my type of hoe. She putting on a good girl front, but I Know she a freak on the low. Ain't nothing 'round here green but my Glock got A green beam. Ain't boozie, I pour green lean, yeah, I'm a Real lean fiend. All these red ones, I spent a thousand dollars, It might get wet in jeans. In stash, I keep some bail money case they Try come for me. Take that lil' girl 'round, Everything worth a scene. I hate on the low, but deep down who You wanna be? It's me in a thot's car, She top me in this foreign machine. When we get back to the spot, give her Dick, put her to sleep. I keep a Glock in my jeans, got me Moving so comfortably. If ain't double up on it, better watch your Company. These niggas could see me in 3D or On TV. He rocking CZ, if I pop out, It's PV. I can't bend or fold, Staying real is all I know. No, don't work for UPS, but that package come Right to your door. I love me a bad Bitch with racks, yeah, you know that's my type Of hoe. She putting on a good girl front, But I know she a freak on the low. Ain't nothing 'round here green but my Glock got A green beam. Ain't boozie, I pour green lean, Yeah, I'm a real lean fiend. All these red ones, I spent a thousand dollars, It might get wet in jeans. In stash, I keep some bail money case they Try to come for me. No, don't fuck with 12, no, don't fuck with 12. They try to pull that V12, I'm gonna give 'em hell. She say she like my drip, I pop it very well. And this YSL cologne, yeah, that's her favorite Smell. I done seen some things that I could never Tell. They say that karma go 'round just like A Ferris wheel. This Perc' got me in the sky just like A pair of sails. I have my way, I got G codes could Never fail. I can't bend or fold, Staying real is all I know. No, don't work for UPS, but that package come Right to your door. I love me a bad Bitch with racks, yeah, you know that's my type Of hoe. She putting on a good girl front, But I know she a freak on the low. Ain't nothing 'round here green but my Glock got A green beam. Ain't boozie, I pour green lean, Yeah, I'm a real lean fiend. All these red ones, I spent a thousand dollars, It might get wet in jeans. In stash, I keep some bail money case they Try to come for me.
Atl Smook — Green Beam
«Green Beam» — Atl Smook. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:47. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
