Lyrics Green Star "TUH!" - Robb Bank$
Woop,
woop,
woop,
woop,
woop,
woop
All
the
way
from
the
top
(I
did
that)
And
it
don't
stop
(bow,
bow,
buck,
buck,
buck,
yeah,
yeah)
Drank
drop
(bow,
bow)
What's
goodie
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
I
think
I
might
be
happy
Tuh,
tuh,
brr,
brr,
brr
Aye,
you
know
I'm
rocking
with
DJ
Wi$hbone,
bitch
Woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah
Woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah
Woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah
(yeah,
yeah)
Woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah
(SSET)
These
niggas
wanna
hate
on
me
cause'
I
ran
up
the
sack
(SSET)
Fuck
nigga
tried
to
DM
me,
I
ain't
gone
write
you
back
I
don't
want
no
ties
to
you
when
they
find
you
laying
on
your
back
Yeah,
that
bit
bought
me
McDonald's,
she
said
I
"look
like
a
snack"
Bitch
ass
nigga,
she
call
me
mister
Eat
on
her
pussy,
then
kiss
your
sister
Ain't
no
Stain
but
a
Hero
Killer
A
bird
don't
fly
without
my
permission
(ah-ah!)
You
want
me
to
drop
a
hit
first
You
look
bad
with
the
contour
Yea,
let's
talk,
let's
converse
In
Dream
Mode
Converse
Put
a
big
B
on
my
truck,
finna
slide
on
you,
no
rolling
"Tuh"
Gentlemen,
just
might
"Tuh",
bitch,
I
look
elegant,
boy,
watch
me
stunt
Femto
bring
that
4,
finna
air
it
out
with
the
window
up
And
I
walk
around
one
on
one,
with
my
gun
My
mama
ain't
raise
no
punk
(uh
uh
uh
uh)
Ahk
shit,
pop
shit,
12
can't
stop
shit
Ralo,
my
nigga,
rollie,
on
him
Ten
percs,
pop
them,
get
money
with
my
team,
bitch
Count
fifteen
thousand,
Kel
Tec
with
the
beam,
bitch
Yeah,
ain't
tolerating
none
of
that
faking
the
flows
Walk
in
your
spot
with
the
carbon
Pussy,
money,
weed
Counting
up,
sip
codeine,
you
dig
Came
up
under
Stunna
Man,
Birdman
See
what
I'm
saying,
Birdman
Jr
You
dig
what
I'm
saying?
Rich
Gang
Fuck
on
my
dick
(SSET
SSET)
Word
to
my
bitch
(tuh,
tuh)
That
Sprite
remix
(tuh,
tuh)
And
word
to
your
bitch
(tuh,
tuh)
Working
my
wrist
(tuh,
tuh)
And
word
to
my
bitch
(tuh,
tuh)
Four
five
with
a
dick
(tuh,
tuh)
And
word
to
your
bitch
(tuh,
tuh)
Money
got
me
sprung
(tuh,
tuh)
Babe,
hold
my
cup
(tuh,
tuh)
Front
seat,
take
off
(tuh,
tuh)
Free
all
of
my
dogs
(tuh,
tuh)
And
a
4301
(tuh,
tuh)
Big
Green
Star
(tuh,
tuh)
Come
fuck
with
a
boss
(tuh,
tuh)
Come
fuck
with
the
mob
(mob)
Money
over
bitches,
I'm
a
new
green
star
(bitch)
I
ain't
tolerating
none
of
that
fake
and
a
flaws
yeah
(bitch)
Woke
up
on
you
waiting,
spotted,
hit
you
with
a
carbon
(bitch)
Squirted
on
my
sheets
and
then
I
kissed
her
like
a
dolphin
(SSET)
Screaming,
"Free
Bam",
'til
he
free,
I
pump
93
New
Rick
Owens
got
creased,
stomp
right
on
her
feet
Berzerk
but
a
real
life
thing,
not
no
AMV
You
a
dweeb,
and
I'm
Sir
Griffith
fixed
with
diamond
teeth
(SSET)
Woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah,
woah
(Bow,
bow,
bow,
bow,
you
dig)
Yeah,
slow
it
down,
slow
it
down,
hold
up
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Uh,
uh
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Bitch
respect
my
drip
(tuh)
Walk
up
in
this
bitch
(tuh)
And
I'm
going
in
(tuh)
And
I
roll
in
it
(tuh)
And
I'm
pouring
it
(tuh)
2Phone
fuck
your
bitch
(tuh)
2Phone
stroking
dick
(tuh)
So
my
chain,
nigga,
cold
in
here
(tuh)
You
know
I'm
that
nigga
(tuh)
Yeah,
you
know
it's
him
(tuh)
Grab
you
by
your
chain
(tuh)
We
gon'
pour
up
in
here
(tuh)
I
got
gang
in
here
(tuh)
Got
your
ho
in
here
(tuh)
The
light
hit
my
chain
(tuh)
And
it
turned
to
solar
flare
(tuh)
Tuh,
tuh,
tuh,
tuh
Tuh,
tuh,
tuh,
tuh
Tuh,
tuh,
tuh,
tuh
Tuh,
tuh,
tuh,
tuh
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yadigg
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yadigg
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yadigg
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yadigg
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