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eMeX - PMTG (Pass Me The Green) lyrics

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Pass me the green, I need some weed in my limousine

Pass me the green, I need some weed in my limousine

Pass me the green, I need some weed in my limousine

Pass me the green, I need some weed in my limousine

Champagne though, got a nigga feeling real good

We drinkin good over here

Pass me the green, I need some weed in my limousine

Pass me the green, I need some weed in my limousine

Pass me the green, I need some weed in my limousine

Pass me the green, I need some weed in my limousine

I said white girl no aguillera, hustle harder, now or never

Black pay for the cops ray, stand your ground, get your click together

Last of the mohicans, that’s white rock no weekends

Your plug be talking spanish, these niggas be the ones that teach him

Swear the center be the main one preachin

You did it big, then you be the deacon

And if you threaten they congregation

Bet that choire gonn sound the beacon

Got a liquor store next to the church

Type of problems in my hood

Rain playing thug of war games since birth

Type of shit I never understood

But it’s all good, keep your mind right, focus on the lime life

When the time’s right, you’ll prosper

Soon as you get enough cloud to get up on out

Just makes sure it’s no drought for your partners

Don’t be chasing dreams, just commas

Know these women better chase them dollars boy

They poppin eyes, not ...boy

This columbine, I ain’t lying boy

Yeah, now tell em, now tell em

Puff, puff, then pass that

Stock up, let’s amass that

Surplus of that syrup, acting after then you ...up

Back to back with that burn up,

Don’t let nobody take your shot

Keep that cold heat, under armor

You would take your...like that block

Keep it on lock, metaphor 4 .44’s

That’s 4 44’s to protect your doors

...count it up, that’s 10 for an encore

Mount it up like a white, that’s contour

Single file with real g’s, how these niggas don’t feel me

But I demand my respect though, and if not you better kill me

I ain’t lying, hater say word, never learn

Got your waiter straight from the curb

Pocket full of congress, made the tables turn

Now I get what I deserve, but I earn, that’s my word

Let it burn

Yeah, now tell em, now tell em.

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