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junior the jenius, tripe & willyboi - salsa verde كلمات أغنية

[verse i] _ chef shane

ayo

okay, here’s how it played out
i get a call up from my homie trip
telling me he going thru it
brodie whipping to the stakeout

“i’m gone call you back up ina minute”
sends me codes with some coordinates
then proceed told me “it’s on dawg
you take that diamond lane and drive straight”

i got too much on my 9_to_5 day dinner plate
gyrating, i can’t lie, i been up, 6 to 8
contemplating sh_t
“we gone raid the clique that tried to stain our sh_t”
i’m debating this

i call my babies up to tell them
“daddy gone be late again”
i hate to say that sh_t, but gotta say that sh_t
anyways, i phonе them up to hear the b_tch that says _your call has been forwardеd to__

what the f_ck dawg, they never_not pick up
tickets ringing in behind me, while i blind_flip duck
picture me_sp_cing out, visions coming in and out
picture me putting my mittens on the burner
let it fry, fist_up

[pre_chorus] _ chef shane

y’all talk, “ayo, who that is?”
ah, dawg, i’m on, what’s happening?

all palms, we want all that cash sh_t
all palms, we want all that cash sh_t

[chorus] _ chef shane & trip.e

(sing it wit me now)
we want all that cash sh_t!

(all the players smoking loud)
we want all that cash sh_t!

(bad b_tches in the crowd)
we want all that cash sh_t!

(give it to me now)
we want all that cash sh_t!

[verse ii] _ chef shane
so i’m throwing my 2020 turbo in reverse
then _skrrrrt_
0 to 100 for real, if you see me
better mention 24 wheels, rims, limbs, whatever

i pull slow to the location, scope it out
brodie gave the signal
middle men begin to sticking bl!ckies out the window
but sh_t i still just walked in, crescendo
nothing but a razorsharp gyuyo

“if you f_ck with me, what you shoot for?”
i proceed raise the roof off dude floor

water on the stove ringing
watching bro heat a pan up
while his hands swinging
in the moment, grabbed the same pan
placed it on his man’s face

man, you gotta ashtray?
pass the sachet, trip.e
blow it all to dust, just ask shane
i gotta mission to get mines made
death my prom date
cause i’m reaping what i sew
my clothing shawshank
white coat, i either fight broke or let god take
my accolades i’m at at the bank singing_

[pre_chorus] _ chef shane

y’all talk, “ayo, who that is?”
ah, dawg, i’m on, what’s happening?

all palms, we want all that cash sh_t_

[chorus] _ chef shane & trip.e

(sing it wit me now)
we want all that cash sh_t!

(all the players smoking loud)
we want all that cash sh_t!

(bad b_tches in the crowd)
we want all that cash sh_t!

(give it to me now)
we want all that cash sh_t!

[verse iii] _ trip.e

told chef shane it’s time to drop them tickets
i’ve done came a long way from
cooking in the kitchen with rick simpson
making berry bonds off of betty crocker
brownie mix, pound cake
thats five hundred, every 30 minutes
best believe i’ve had to brake a couple eggs
along the way to get this far, and get this hot?
yet it’s not enough
3rd degree burns got my palms are itching
plotting heavy on that jackpot
this that ain’t no coming back from this
ain’t no hit or miss with this sh_t
one life’n, mask up, type sh_t
busting through the spot fully
john wicking, quentin tarantino with it
we gonna need all our chips queso dripped
any means necessary we gon take what’s ours
it’s that f_ck what yo boss say, type sh_t
this that f_ck what they gotta say, type sh_t
this that f_ck what they gotta do, type sh_t
it’s that f_ck what they gonna do, type sh_t!!

- junior the jenius tripe willyboi

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