SMG - Collared Greens lyrics

[Hook: SMG] Oh. Submarines Love me for my fame and the money in the chain, like Oh. Collared greens Go away Make it rain rain when she Drop that Uh ...Two ain't enough Not one, maybe try three; Countin' on a baker's dozen, buzzin' Uh Lookin' like she might Lickin' her Thicken me Gon' be sailin' all night, right [Verse 1: SMG] Somewhere in the middle MJ, you should Warn her, bro Bad in the mirror Saying, "How fly's this negro?" She under-stand. Be-have Yeah, she under Stans, top Lees Ass like Iggy, gotta Marvel, make a n***a wanna squeeze Take it to the last drop Treat me like a lemon Head Until a b**h is f**in' brain dead Then we position to Christians Switch it up to farmers Only the point fit, like Chalmers Skeet from the window to the wallflowers Your friend look like Emma; Tell her go in on me too Jumpin' on it like a b**h Eden I ain't even bring fruit But this ice around my neck is wreckin' checks, just get respect, know chick gon' peck, now she on deck, that's dat sh**'ll break ya neck Woo-ya...! Wanna get hooked by the captain But no smee, cause you know me, this ain't no Nick likes Weenie When put her on top Say thank you, Mrs. Knowles Ice dragon Ice king Ice cold Collared Greens [Hook: SMG] [Verse 2: SMG] Surfboardt... Grindin' on that wood... Got that naughty naughty If you got that good good And I got that happy ending if you still want that ma**age If we friends, then bring ya twin Mix to a trois... Minaj Hahahahahahaha f** I look like, ho? Pleeeease come with me out back, so you can eat these baby Joe..ys (#kangarooster) Sippin', trippin', strippin', rippin', tippin', dippin', whippin', flippin', grippin', drippin', slippin', pray to Goood that I'm forgiven I just Open up my chest I just open up my mind I just open up her dress, so I can hit it from behind She s** and f** And grab my chain, say my name, say my name 'Cause she know that I've been runnin' this game Yeah, it's destiny Still try try to get the best of me They gotta see: A k**er like I won the f**ing spelling bee Swellin' in my collard greens Sellin' million dollar jeans Brought her and told her I'm packin' nine Said, "n***a, you must be lying" Then dive in [Hook: SMG] [Verse 3: Didier] Dirty, I need to purge Fawning over every word These girls don't know the pleasure life They could, if they would spend a night with mike Woo, I see her there She feel, like Phil, coming in the air Light that chick up like Time Square Addicted to the dick of Didier C'mon, girls, feel the noise Bring your friends, and leave your toys I ain't G.I., but I can bring you joy Smells like fish, right, but I ain't playing coy There's the nibble that I start feeling Boom, hooked right in, so I'm reeling I See home plate, so yeah I'm stealing We on the floor, but my ego's through the ceiling Big a** wielding, Bad back healing Relaxed chilling, my last meal and I hear Lust does get very scary Especially when these b**hes vary Tiny A's, and Double Dairy's All these Mariah Carey's got me wary [Hook]