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lirik lagu green eggs n ham – yn jay & rmc mike

[intro]
(his name’s pablo)

[verse 1: rmc mike]
comin’ off the bench droppin’ thirty, i’m the sixth man
yeah, alright
n*gga tried to slide with a smitty and his sh*t jammed
four of wock’ got me leanin’ hard, i’ma kick*stand
she like, “mike, can i please suck your d*ck? i’m a big fan”
i just got the call that another package gettin’ shipped in
he threw a shot, i grabbed it off the glass like i’m big ben
sick i got caught gettin’ head from my b*tch friend
pop a n*gga, then beat his ass, he was 6’10”
told the plug i’m tryna buy a brick and he chipped in
i feel like noddin’ off, d*mn, i think that perc 30 kicked in
the b*tch bad but couldn’t f*ck with her, she got a big head
[verse 2: yn jay]
ah, made a million dollars off of weed, that’s my sixth plan
d*mn
n*gga tried to hang a n*gga, tried to crucify me like stick man
i know a thick b*tch skinny as f*ck, but got big legs
freak b*tch came over, but she ain’t let me f*ck, why you keep playin’?
i just put a switch on a hundred, this b*tch keep sprayin’
n*gga spent thirty*five dollars, that’s a cheap plan
i just pulled up with h*lla guns, i’m the heat man
and i got drums, i’m the beat man
b*tch stood up, i took her spot, i’m the seat man
only spent a couple loose dollars, i’m the cheap man
i just spent forty thousand dollars on my t**th, d*mn
i can’t even drop my own music ’cause it leaked, man
hundred thousand dollars all cash, it’s on me, d*mn
b*tch said i act like martin, i can’t see pam
dr. seuss, eatin’ green eggs, i don’t eat ham
n*gga, why the f*ck you— d*mn
n*gga, why the f*ck you brought a gun if your heat jam?
somebody call phoenix, i think i need sam
i just seen a gun go boom, my heat blam
that’s how it sound when i beat her in the hotel
that’s how it sound when i’m beatin’ down the block, i got ‘bow sales
i just made a hundred thousand plays, i need more scales
told my n*gga send some more ‘bows, i need more mail
how you know she hit a line of ooh? ’cause her nose red
b*tch got some white fingernails, but her toes red
you a lil’ hungry*ass bird, don’t get no bread
she asked me, “which ones you want me to put behind my head?” i said, “both legs”
i can tell you’re crook, wearin’ lil’*ass shoes, look how your toes spread
what the f*ck is that? is that toejam?
i done sold a hundred*somethin’ p’s, i’m the ‘bow man
you ain’t never ever got no cheese, you the broke man
boy, you need to wash your stankin’ ass with some soap, d*mn
b*tch can’t suck my whole d*ck, she gon’ choke, d*mn
[verse 3: rmc mike]
b*tch, what’s the floor plan?
i just got a whole pint of wock’ from my old man
mold on the money, i got old bands
i like to f*ck my cougar b*tch, we be roleplaying
no, i can’t f*ck with you ’cause you told, fam
okay, my auntie fried chicken, ate the whole pan
unc’ sell a lil’ blow like an old fan
my b*tch got the key to my safe, i punched the code in
i’m finna drop a deuce of wock’ in a code red
i don’t need you to get high, i got my own meds
i got script for a pint from dr. conehead
only got d*ck for a b*tch like what is romance?
promotor booked a n*gga for a party, but his show did
jay, i think i hit him six times, he for sure dead
security got a strict rule, i still snuck a pole in
i’m addicted to my glock, we like to hold hands

- yn jay rmc mike

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