I love rockin' all this European shit I like coppin' clothes and coppin' mean whips
I can't give you hugs, I don't want no kiss Soon enough I might just meet a mean bitch
Damn, I want the ones I see in magazines I need my bitch in Louis, not in Shein
She like, why my text message goin' green? I hate to say, you're probably for the team
Uh-uh, you're probably for the guys Goddamn, that's probably why my doors are suicide
I would never tell the truth before I tell a million lies
Goddamn, I would tell you no, no, no, like a passion
You got a BBL but told em that you fasting, Do too much and it's dragging
I had to runaway, I flew just like Aladdin You said I did you like a savage
You sent me XO and a sad face I hit you back when I'm not snappin
I hit you later cause I'm crackin' I'm crackin' hoes, right
Ten for a show, right? Gave em my flow, right
This not a loan, right? I'm crackin' hoes, right
Ten for a show, right? Gave em my flow, right
This not a loan, right
I love rockin' all this European shit I like coppin' clothes and coppin' mean whips
I can't give you hugs, I don't want no kiss Soon enough, I might just meet a mean bitch, damn
I want the ones I see in magazines I need my bitch in Louis, not in Shein
She like why my text message goin' green I hate to say, you're probably for the team
I hate to say, you're probably for the team
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Dom Corleo - going green Lyrics
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I love rockin' all this European shit I like coppin' clothes and coppin' mean whips
I can't give you hugs, I don't want no kiss Soon enough I might just meet a mean bitch
Damn, I want the ones I see in magazines I need my bitch in Louis, not in Shein
She like, why my text message goin' green? I hate to say, you're probably for the team
Uh-uh, you're probably for the guys Goddamn, that's probably why my doors are suicide
I would never tell the truth before I tell a million lies
Goddamn, I would tell you no, no, no, like a passion
You got a BBL but told em that you fasting, Do too much and it's dragging
I had to runaway, I flew just like Aladdin You said I did you like a savage
You sent me XO and a sad face I hit you back when I'm not snappin
I hit you later cause I'm crackin' I'm crackin' hoes, right
Ten for a show, right? Gave em my flow, right
This not a loan, right? I'm crackin' hoes, right
Ten for a show, right? Gave em my flow, right
This not a loan, right
I love rockin' all this European shit I like coppin' clothes and coppin' mean whips
I can't give you hugs, I don't want no kiss Soon enough, I might just meet a mean bitch, damn
I want the ones I see in magazines I need my bitch in Louis, not in Shein
She like why my text message goin' green I hate to say, you're probably for the team
I hate to say, you're probably for the team
I can't give you hugs, I don't want no kiss Soon enough I might just meet a mean bitch
Damn, I want the ones I see in magazines I need my bitch in Louis, not in Shein
She like, why my text message goin' green? I hate to say, you're probably for the team
Uh-uh, you're probably for the guys Goddamn, that's probably why my doors are suicide
I would never tell the truth before I tell a million lies
Goddamn, I would tell you no, no, no, like a passion
You got a BBL but told em that you fasting, Do too much and it's dragging
I had to runaway, I flew just like Aladdin You said I did you like a savage
You sent me XO and a sad face I hit you back when I'm not snappin
I hit you later cause I'm crackin' I'm crackin' hoes, right
Ten for a show, right? Gave em my flow, right
This not a loan, right? I'm crackin' hoes, right
Ten for a show, right? Gave em my flow, right
This not a loan, right
I love rockin' all this European shit I like coppin' clothes and coppin' mean whips
I can't give you hugs, I don't want no kiss Soon enough, I might just meet a mean bitch, damn
I want the ones I see in magazines I need my bitch in Louis, not in Shein
She like why my text message goin' green I hate to say, you're probably for the team
I hate to say, you're probably for the team
Writer: Dominic Paoletti
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid