Dom Corleo - Green Buckets lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Green Buckets lyrics]
Lil' bitch come on
Yeah, yeah okay
Let me get my coat back
Bitch, you can't hold that down
I don't need no bitch
'Cause that shit slow me down
Got too many hoes, bitch
But I still stay focused
And I'ma still get noticed
Sipping out the bottle, we don't pour
I said "Woah", the bitch finna touch her toes
Soon as I get you out of them heels
I'ma really do the most
I don't gotta say nun' to her
She gon' get down and she gon' blow
I done came down from
The Golden State, bitch
I'm flying down from the coast
Just got on a flight to the O
I'm finna go and link my twin
Finna go and link my bro
Everything we do is on cam
Bitch, I'm living like a show
Now I'm in LA with Kim smoking on some Citgo
We smoking on your dead bro
Had a devil, that's a dead hoe
And I got rеal deal lean in my soda
Got a Glock 17 on my hip
Sitting right up in the holstеr
Sipping that 17-38 with your
Bitch on the sofa
Play with the gang, flip 'em over
I sent the Viper with the Cobra
The marijuana I'ma roll up
These hoes get no love i don't give no fucks
Group of hoes and I fuck both once
I'ma shoot, shoot it up
In the whip booted up no one cold as us
Private jet to the airport
Bitch, I don't need no fucking chauffeur
Sipping till the party over
I fuck her, then I don't know her
I fuck her, then I push her over
I'm in this wraith, seats go back
Going too fast
Roll me another blunt, I need to blow my gas
OMO, you feel me? Fuck that hoe, more cheese
I be counting up this green, green
Buckets on me, I'm so green, green
Balling like a fucking Celtic
I said I hit and I nail it
I eat the pussy, I don't smell it
And keep it to me 'cause I'm selfish
Let me get my coat back
Bitch, you can't hold that down
I don't need no bitch
'Cause that shit slow me down
Got too many hoes, bitch
But I still stay focused
And I'ma still get noticed
Sipping out the bottle, we don't pour
Yeah, yeah okay
Let me get my coat back
Bitch, you can't hold that down
I don't need no bitch
'Cause that shit slow me down
Got too many hoes, bitch
But I still stay focused
And I'ma still get noticed
Sipping out the bottle, we don't pour
I said "Woah", the bitch finna touch her toes
Soon as I get you out of them heels
I'ma really do the most
I don't gotta say nun' to her
She gon' get down and she gon' blow
I done came down from
The Golden State, bitch
I'm flying down from the coast
Just got on a flight to the O
I'm finna go and link my twin
Finna go and link my bro
Everything we do is on cam
Bitch, I'm living like a show
Now I'm in LA with Kim smoking on some Citgo
We smoking on your dead bro
Had a devil, that's a dead hoe
And I got rеal deal lean in my soda
Got a Glock 17 on my hip
Sitting right up in the holstеr
Sipping that 17-38 with your
Bitch on the sofa
Play with the gang, flip 'em over
I sent the Viper with the Cobra
The marijuana I'ma roll up
These hoes get no love i don't give no fucks
Group of hoes and I fuck both once
I'ma shoot, shoot it up
In the whip booted up no one cold as us
Private jet to the airport
Bitch, I don't need no fucking chauffeur
Sipping till the party over
I fuck her, then I don't know her
I fuck her, then I push her over
I'm in this wraith, seats go back
Going too fast
Roll me another blunt, I need to blow my gas
OMO, you feel me? Fuck that hoe, more cheese
I be counting up this green, green
Buckets on me, I'm so green, green
Balling like a fucking Celtic
I said I hit and I nail it
I eat the pussy, I don't smell it
And keep it to me 'cause I'm selfish
Let me get my coat back
Bitch, you can't hold that down
I don't need no bitch
'Cause that shit slow me down
Got too many hoes, bitch
But I still stay focused
And I'ma still get noticed
Sipping out the bottle, we don't pour