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556 (green tip) remix - iayze, arthur cr4zy wesley lyrics

ayy (b*tch), b*tch, i’m groovy
(one and only)
he ain’t no blood, he ain’t this, he ain’t that, he ain’t a mac, too (he ain’t a mac too)
sayin’ this and that, b*tch, it’s gon’ get you clapped too
i be like, uh, b*tch, uh

[chorus]
i’m talkin’ green tip, 5.56, and a bl!ck too (ayy)
oh, he lack? bl!ck him, bl!ck him, bl!ck you (n*gga)
oh, we on that sh*t too, i used to hit l!cks too
n*gga shot a k at me, okay, but he missed too
he ain’t this, he ain’t that
he ain’t a blood, he ain’t a mac
he be saying this and that, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
ridin’ with a big mac, b*tch, this ain’t no fast food (b*tch)
i just shot a foul ball, it’s good because i made the rules (n*gga)

[verse]
that boy sweet as h*ll, why you think he stayed in school? (ayy)
i used to bang it out with opps, the police take my tool (b*tch)
i be like “f*ck the wannabes,” they be like, “iayze a fool”
it ain’t sh*t to get her on her knees, all i gotta do is keep it cool (ayy)
ayy, who is he? (who is he?)
i like green tip, 5.56, my arps (n*gga, ayy)
i like pouring tris, f*ckin’ hoes, and throwing c’s (b*tch, ayy)
she love d’usse, shaking ass, and love smoking my weed (b*tch, ayy)
i use to post up on that block, fifty cent for a single, i ain’t have no weed
the i8 i’m in, ain’t came wit’ no keys (okay, nyoom)
she want me save a b*tch, i ain’t christopher reeves (b*tch, i ain’t no superman)
say she a sl*t, then she get sl*t, i get my nut, and then i leave (b*tch)
[chorus]
i’m talkin’ green tip, 5.56, and a bl!ck too (ayy)
oh, he lack? bl!ck him, bl!ck him, bl!ck you (n*gga)
oh, we on that sh*t too, i used to hit l!cks too
n*gga shot a k at me, okay, but he missed too
he ain’t this, he ain’t that
he ain’t a blood, he ain’t a mac
he be saying this and that, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
ridin’ with a big mac, b*tch, this ain’t no fast food (huh, okay)
i just shot a foul ball, it’s good because i made the rules (n*gga, b*tch)

[outro arthur cr4zy & wesley]
ha*ha*ha
these n*ggas maricuri, calma ae, aumenta

[verse 2 arthur cr4zy]
o miguel é feio
e não sabe rebolar
o wesley é igual ele que ele é um bosta, (ey yo eyo eh)
e o miguel sempre toma caneta no futsal pra mim
e ele é um bosta e nunca mais é o fim

[verse 3 wesley]
mas ele não, eu fazi um gol sozinho rimando, eu fiz um gol
(uh uh uh uh)
ele não conseguiu pegar a bola de mim (n*gga, miguel, é, feio, ele é)
[verse 4 arthur cr4zy & wesley]
parece uma boneca, ele é o hulk, ele é feio pra caralho
ele é muito feio pra caralho pra caraio
mas ele perde pra mim em um jogo de bola ae, mas ele nem rima
ele não toma banho ele só lava o cabelo na pia
mas ele, mas ele, mas o pinto dele (uh uh uh)

[laughs]

[outro]
chega kauã, chega chega, che*

[translation]

[outro arthur cr4zy & wesley]
haha ha these n*ggas maricuri, calm down, increase

[verse 2 arthur cr4zy]
miguel is ugly and doesn’t know how to twerk
wesley is just like him he’s a sh*t, (ey yo eyo eh)
and miguel always takes a pen in futsal for me
and he’s a t*rd and it’s never over

[verse 3 wesley]
but not him, i scored a goal alone rhyming, i scored a goal (uh uh uh uh) he couldn’t get the ball from me (n*gga, miguel, yeah, ugly, he is)
[verse 4 arthur cr4zy & wesley]
he looks like a doll, he’s the hulk, he’s ugly as f*ck, he’s so f*cking ugly, as sh*t
but he loses to me at a ball game yeah, but he doesn’t even rhyme he doesn’t shower he just washes his hair in the sink, but him, but him, but his d*ck (uh uh uh)

[laughs]

[outro]
enough kay, enough enough, eno*

[chorus]
i’m talkin’ green tip, 5.56, and a bl!ck too (ayy)
oh, he lack? bl!ck him, bl!ck him, bl!ck you (n*gga)
oh, we on that sh*t too, i used to hit l!cks too
n*gga shot a k at me, okay, but he missed too
he ain’t this, he ain’t that
he ain’t a blood, he ain’t a mac
he be saying this and that, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
ridin’ with a big mac, b*tch, this ain’t no fast food (huh, okay)
i just shot a foul ball, it’s good because i made the rules (n*gga, b*tch)

[outro]
(ayy)
think he stayed in school, ayy
bang it out with opps, the police take my tool, b*tch (ayy)
they be like, “iayze a fool”
all i gotta do is keep it cool
(ayy, okay)
(keep it cool)
(who is he? who is he?)

- iayze arthur cr4zy wesley lyrics

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