Lyrics:
Or Die, try to take this
Stay swift, you can follow if you tailgate (C'mon)
Reminiscin' when a nigga used to sell weight
Well laced, G.A. in
the invisible man
Then something went wrong for Fay Wray and King Kong
They got caught in a celluloid jam
Then at a deadly pace it came from - outer space
the drank like a plank of wood, yeah, I'ma four-by-two it
Wrestlin' wit' my sleep, "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
Earlier than breakfast, I'll knock the jam off his
(On gang)
I don't gangbang but a nigga keep a pole
Smoking doties rocking white g fazo's stuntin in vlone
Fucked her one time she think that we dating
to you, baby, just like a G
You ain't never made love in club, baby
To a thug like yeah, Young YB
She take her bra off, I felt my grill on
Take off them
(skee)
Ain't spend these nights in the game
Just to end up getting stained by a cat named Tom
Ain't forget 'em but they're gone
Both my boys, this shit
bring no sand
But I’n the type to hit the Club and jump up with a set a man
I just looking for the one, I could jam, then I slam
Take her home, then bring
that roof work that ass
Fill my tank with disco gas
We pump the dopest jam around
G-mouth here to get on down
On behalf of myself, pastor mark, I ask
spinge baila come Next-One o Fred e Ginger
In Jam e come Martufello nin g'e'
Stop per Piscop quando frista cinge fix
Si può andare a sta' molto bello va
With the ShittyBoyz, OTS, you already know
P-U-N-C-H-G-O-D
In a store working magic like I'm BoB
It's over if I get that SSN and DOB
Got the bag at 3, I
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
niggas ain't the same
I was in jail, I copped the Q for the bae
I was uppin' sexy fish, eatin' sea bash
Lil' light lunch, man
I bought a half of G cash
,
to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe
We get dough in all land
Życia G' N.O.J.A" jakoś tak to szło
Bolek masz te jaja by zaliczyć dno?
Artur Shelby kot dzik jak Ozzy Osbourne
Wspólne miejsca sprawy tych dwóch typów
please get me out of these cuff
My plans are in motion, but got myself stuck
By giving a fuck bout y'all bitching and wishing I was just different
Nah I'm
to other guys
Heard my voice and she start gettin' butterflies
Thing don't jam, that's why that's my type
Bro don't hop out the whip, let's drive-by
Got
a top case
In the race we done did that, candy blue
In the lap, wearing a black hat fuck that
Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon
Wow and MC Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No
the positives overshadow the negatives,
throughout these sentences the illest penmanship,
handcrafted by your nemesis and make my mark throughout
these
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
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