Song#1 «GREEN»
It’ls a dirty money track, Yeah,
Girls kick the flow!
Listen to me
All my girls get ready
We’ll make it easy
When I catch you picking me
You better get a chill
Boy you wanna take on me
Cuz I’lm your killing pill
Can’lt you see the way I move
My dress my flashy skin
Listen up you know I got
The place you’lve never been
Slow down
Boy you don’lt wanna let me down
You better stop you know what!
Oh! Don’lt call me funny bunny
I’lll blow your money money
I’lll get you to my bad ass
Spinning for you
Oh! I’lll make it easy honey
I’lll take your money yummy
I’lve got my bitches
Standing up next to me
So come and check it
So come and check it
So come and check it
My bad ass spinning for you (2x)
Watch out!
Keep on taking over you
It’ls kinda getting free
Baby boy you know I still
Got sexy freak in me
Gotta tease you nasty guy
So take it don’lt be shy
Put your cherry on my cake
And taste my cherry pie
Maybe I’lll take you
With me tonight
Maybe you’lll show me another way
And find a reason for me to stay
But something I must tell you!
Feel my vibration
Get it!
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