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shameless - loden green lyrics

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been ghost, where you at now?
gone too long cuz the kid don’t sleep
too close like a pat down
kept it in the dome, but the kid gone eat

ha
where you at now?

where the whack dude, tripping out flipping out, with the fast food
shoulda been a better actor but they never cast you
cast out, put up in the whack house, all true

i toss in my sleep, i can’t see, i can’t breathe, why the f-ck do i feel like they come for me

fighting bout stupider sh-t like i can’t prove my lips steady flowing that irony-
why your girl eying me
probably psychology
smashed out my brains like a messed up lobotomy
why is she onto me
f-ck now i’m freaking out, tweaking out
holy sh-t oh my god im an atrocity

ahhhh

lipstick stains on my neck hurts in the white shirt
kamikaze i’m crashing this ain’t a hobby, don’t regret her, f-ck a lecture
but i’m stepping to the podium, my flow is dumb, you m-th-f-ckas sodium, project-errrr

i never really gave a sh-t
constantly witnessing shiny mercedes on 1-95, prayed the life that i’d live

i been feeling good, a little broke though
i want the champagne papi photos
i got the xbox, i don’t flex a lot, but i can snipe em down with that no scope

oh man
god d-mn
did this sh-t for the old bros
did this sh-t for my ride or dies, for the timeline, watch me go pro

thissa long time coming
minds gone running
why they still at basecamp, while i’m stepping to the summit
m-th-f-ckas faceplant when they go try to stunt, fake gold on they neck, steady ball on a budget

i’m bringing the ruckus that wu tang
ya’ll tripping from walking on shoestrings
i’m flipping sh-t like it’s a routine
i kick it off hard like i’m bruce lee

got a bad b-tch, she boujee though
it seem like everybody wanna get the gucci clothes
they want the gucci flops
don’t lose ya toes
they used to talk to me like i was an excuse for roasts

woah
watch me go step to the plate
swing with the hits that i make
said that i’m fake
ive been here grinding for cream
y’all want the raris and wraiths

i got money on my mind
i’m up on the map
beantown where i grind
la where i’m at
now they wanna compete
come and show whatchu got bro
loden smoking on frontos
that lg, that rambo, (2x)

beat the beat up, with the drop like lido
grinding the finest rhyme but i’m dining with the cheetos
born up in 99, chillin with his old amigos
shooters don’t talk but they watching quentin tarantino
game with the chicas
f-ck about a cheat code
running by these m-th-f-ckas marshawn beast mode
we know that he bout hit to stu and fill arenas
shawty bring it back, you can call that sh-t a repo

ohhhh

how the kid get those bars?
how the kid get that flow?
how you finna walk around town, like you got that crown, but i did now he got that show
oh

they know i’m on a new wave
loden, too, hot
potent like the sh-t i blaze
smoking, moon, rocks, ay

sit back and enjoy while he spit raps
shorty be sporty but she still basic with the wrist tats
sipping on 40, i’m at the morgue cuz he got b-tch slapped
for some dumb sh-t, i ain’t playing where the kids at

i don’t really wanna f-ck around no more
i just wanna spend my time, (grind)
i just want a whole world tour
i want you to learn my mind

so i give her good d like rondo
got the odd shot like lonzo
and they take hits, mortal kombat
then they fall back, with that combo

they knocked after round 2
seem like everybody want that juice
now it seem like everybody on that grind
i guess it depends on who’s f-ckin with you

just like-
now they f-ckin with my whole team
from the core bean, since like 14
and we so clean, and we so fresh
like we outkast, you like chlorine
b-tch you boring
you -ssist b-tch i’m scoring
why they still brag about foreigns
best call the coroner loden be k!lling the fakes outta boredom

i got money on my mind
i’m up on the map
beantown where i grind
la where i’m at
now they wanna compete
come and show whatchu got bro
loden smoking on frontos
that lg, that rambo, (2x)

- loden green lyrics

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