Lyrics:
weed
And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed
'Cause my spider on the highway,
weed
And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed
'Cause my spider on the highway,
Zaytoven on the track
Zay-tiggy
Gucci
Gucci
So Watch Entertainment
Lets Go
[Chorus]
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its
he's gotta hide
Operation Bandz up
Keep me out the mix
If you wanna make some bread
I'll be the ace to your Mitch
If you wanna get rich
I'll be the guy
than the last one, 'cause a mistake none
But something new was needed in the mix to
Make it as lethal, so lethal that I would think you
Couldn't be
and roll my woodies by the trace
They always ask me where I've been, but never ask me if I'm straight
I might push away your love, but that don't mean that
talk.
Was raise by a G.
You ain't suppose to like me dog, cause I'm what you wanna be.
From top to bottom being trill that's something that's in me.
thugging by myself what nigga gone sank ship
I'm only 25 dawg big certified G shit went an tatt that five-two now
I'm on some street shit
Mane I'm so humble
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick
streets
Nehga playing with your life want you prove that G
East LaGrange shawty you know how i be gotta stay by myself
Or with my fuggin G or with the gang
on spree, don't test this g, can't control me like NPC
Pulling up clean in AJ3, my jeans Nudie, my tee crispy
Came here to ball like MLB, wit G saint B we so
smooth like a G though
On the move for the c-notes, take a cruise by the sea no
Way we losing cuz we know blessings moving as we go
By the pool we by
bigger and bigger and larger
They want me to fail so I gotta move smarter
Yea I'm not regular artist
Don't think ima lick cuz you might be a target yea
I
the cards that i’ve been given
I be out the mix
I taint with the tricks
They be all up on my dick but i ain’t really with the shit
I jus gotta put on for my
on a plane just
To feed them long dick
I never heard your name
Never seen a song spit
Be them niggas wanting fame we
Don't get along with it's the life boy
yeah, all that jazz
Last mix-tape is evidence I excrement excellence ever since the rap game became like selling sense
Bump the life coach over drum; it's
and the lyrics you gotta hear, you feel me?!
I had to show love to the sister Cece The Mamacita.
Yea you already know Namek 626 be killin' it. Y'all remember
Doctor grip he?s going on a trip
Ya gotta mix it up, ya gotta fantasize
Flip the script change the routine up
It not about repeating anything twice
Ya
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
a nigga trap & steal a couple fiends
Long live my nigga Von, still get it by any means
I just gotta a 4 of Trish, broddy, get a couple creams
I know that
Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list groupie
And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap
The whole industry know that your shit is a wrap
No, to be
level G-O-D
Truuuu
In my poems I pen the blues
Niggas getting used to the pain that's why it's in the shit they turn up to
It ain't regular but
things going good you just gotta make it difficult
Cause you’re scared to get hurt by me one more time
Look I get you babe
It’s really been a long fought
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