Lil Wayne Ft. J Cole - Green Ranger lyrics

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When this shit drop, I was like 16 Tryna get some head from a mixed thing Big dreams, say goodbye to ripped jeans, Nigga got a job, have my little wad Worst fear is getting robbed for my last 50 dollars that I had left over5 dollars in they pocket, nigga in his left shoulder Minimum wage 5.15. 13′s on the whip Kept my shit clean Actually that was my momma shit But I'm driving round town on my Obama shit Middle class my ass, just to get a tank of gas Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shitBut, yeah I'm headed for a scholarship Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip Thats why them niggas don't like me and always wanna fight me A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely I know the game I'm an expert Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?Nigga I'm gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone And I aint fuck yet cause her momma always home God damn, Lor-Lord have Mercy Please God don't let this little broad have herpes My nigga says she fast like Jackie Joyner-KerseeGold medals if we gave hoes? No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos Spiderman sheets got us singing falsetto Tall white tee's, can't believe we used to wear those White folks looking at us like we're weirdosBut we was only kiddo's Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittles Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle Tryna get the Diddy, cause I murder instrumentals It's that good old fashioned Mark Jackson Fucked then I'll pass, y'all Utah JazzAnd ya'll borin', I don't play nigga I'm Mark Madsen Thats why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian I'm not asking my nigga I don't need favours I'm in the streets with the fiends, I done seen dangerMy team major, we party like teenagers I'm in the green Range, nigga I'm the green ranger (I fucking ran out of breath) Team major, we party like teenagers I'm in the green Range, nigga I'm the green ranger Cole[Lil Wayne] I don't even like this beat, but fuck it I'm only gon spit a few bars cause I don't like this beatBitch I'm not old news, I'm more like gold shoes She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods They say I'm old school, but I dropped out Drop ya body off at a cops house They throwing up them bricks, you better box outMy niggas got enough white to build Barack house I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein 44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans I've been faded, stone wash jeans New pussy new money, New Orleans50 up in that uzi, g-g-g-unit I murk you with that bitch scratch the serial number, re-use it I'm from the N-O, stretch you niggas out like limo's Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, thats pimples I'm bout to go banana puddin' Haha, you a dyke cause your man a pussyHit you from the blindside no Sandra Bullock Never bite the hand that feeds you, always watch the hand that's cooking Tunechi, D4 HoeShout out Cole You already know what it is, Cole World Wayne's World We in this bitch hoe Special delivery at your front door