Lyrics:
G-Gangsta,
Gangsta
G-Gangsta
That gangsta love
Yeah she love it the way I put it on her
Blowing trees in the breez sippin' Corona
Lost dog I give it
holdin' hands, tried to make me understand (yeah)
Make girls fall in love, that's my (magic power), yes
Everybody's jealous I won't ease it with these
a special night" (ooh, ayy)
I said, "Who you telling, girl? I know that"
Tracee Ellis with it when you throw back (ooh, yeah)
Girl, I see your (shadow
mean on yo baby
Man's a take yo girl and yo girl will take his girl
That's a four wing special mild sauce straight from Harold's
12) If you don't
You ain't even showin' me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you was gon' ride for me
Aye, I'ma
Cause that ain't no place for no Big ol Hoss
Big Hoss, Big Hoss, yeah that's what they call me
You'd call me Hoss too girl, if you ever saw me
Little Hoss
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
the path that we've chosen (Yes)
I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm living ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back
of God
He's with us against all odds
Protected by His staff and rod
We both look beyond the body
I love your spirit and soul
Girl ain't that something
This
This that "cool music"
Haven't heard it
"He was 'sposed to be in school" music
He ain't that cool... (weirdo)
He ain't supposed to feel the love
Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly
And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me
Like nines to the side of the skully,
Oye!
Let me get a little more chamoy
Oye!
[VERSE 3: CRIS G]
Uh-huh, yeah
Just by the way that I talk and I walk
You know I got the sauce
The way that
goes
Love God, Love People
Ain't nobody got no time for hating
Jeremy G
I ain't ashamed
To be preaching
This Gospel
Even if folks
Are not cool
I'll still
a plane
I got Gucci shades
Ain’t no numbers ain’t no games
Take this shit right by the reigns
I could show you all the things
Come and take my hand don’t
of hearing it ain't that deep from niggas standing in the shallow end
I hate a false ass narrative run by an odd ass character
Knowing the energy ain't
This is for the real g's
It ain't nothing but a gangster party
Respect Verse
Later On That Day
My Homie came Through
I Wanna Take The Time To
Give c
dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in
the women see that I'm the dude hella smooth
Dolce and gobanna in my linen to G's inside my pockets I be playing by the money rules
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
whiter than Anglo-Saxons
Make it a 1X Tall
Crispy with the cotton fashion
That's fashion if you come where I'm from
Compton California
One love
the box
Cup got ice to the top
Pouring that drank in my pop
But you way more special
You ain't too extra
You the type to hit Starbucks
And order
love my bad bitch, but I love that chopper too
Poppin' tags, she like shopping bags, look at all her shoes
Ain't no limitations when you popping
and pick it apart, sick when we get in the car
Yeah, now better do it, grr, Imma rip right through 'em
Cut 'em in half, butter that ass when I chew 'em,
ain't got time to waste time my nigga
Niggas gotta make time bro
The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time right?
The judge make time so
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