Lyrics:
(brrr)
Hold on lil bitch, which one you workin? (hold on)
I just spent a couple bands on that Birkin (money)
Don't ever front or touch [?] a surgeon
one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it
one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it
Alright so the next song is by
Aye neech cook one up
Ion give her no a, no b , no c, I give her that d and she rolling on e
Ion give a f cause she
smoke sorry Lil playa, why wanna wheeze
These nigga's know Bill is a boss you can clearly see
I got 2 of everything (I do) 2 bitches, 2 Rollie's bling
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma,
to the green, Bruce Banner
Getting paper, boy, while I'm in Atlanta
Sold a G to a hoe named Hannah
Sold a G to a nigga named Hannah
Check, one-two, one-two
Yeah
here, up out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang
You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
K I N G, that's not gon' change
I'm rich, bitch, I
'm highly motivated
By the moves I make
My eyes may be shut
But I'm still awake
Aje
G G Masun
G G G Masun
Why you dey dull shei
You no go hustle
Abi you no
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
was gon' pull it up now, did cha?
Besides, dat's my lil' hommie pullin' dat trigga
I hit the mall by my self, the hood by my self
When I'm in L.A. I
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
When I wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the morning
That was the real shit
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original
the hood bitch
They call me Mr. Goodrich, cause now I got the hood mix
How many more bitches, gon be jumping up on our dick
[E.S.G.]
Needing bout a hundred
. Incognito, Incognito (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mr. Incognito is back again
Now all I want is peace and papes and a physical frame
Jotting down my list
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
but in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts
{B.G.}
fuckin with me huh? you fuckin with the wrong one
that fire spit from my K have your
huh
A bit bleak
I swear I haven't eaten alone since last week
Got two telephones one special for the freaks
I swear this how it feels to be G!
(What it
me no sooner than I say what I'm
Thinkin' what I thought of
Two niggas run up on me and
They tellin' me to follow
And now they askin' me what hood I
Christmas
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
One bitch two bitch but I want you bitch
Cupid didn't miss never felt like this
Every time I see you I feel
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