Lyrics:
an album
If you didn't hear your name well… Too Bad…
to pieces
I love fuckin with y'all I got the George Jeff walk
Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts
Hold on, who turned the lights on?
Word
fedex
ey ey ey ey eyy
dis baby het mi g select
eyy ey ey
charre so lila juicey lueg mis weed a
poppe mi vida alles alles shiint weni verbifahr
output so
fedex
ey ey ey ey eyy
dis baby het mi g select
eyy ey ey
charre so lila juicey lueg mis weed a
poppe mi vida alles alles shiint weni verbifahr
output so
injected
Make it hard to digest it
The pork on your fork create a corpse
The chicken they bring from the kitchen
Prepared by Satan's henchmen
George
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
me
JAY1 come and spray one, no talkin'
Bad B thought she was stayin' for the week
But she's gotta be gone by mornin'
How awkward, suitcase
a cliché G
I'm from Barking and Dagenham, I'm B-A-D
Now there ain't a more influential
Rapper livin' out here
Been with it, been 'bout it, been doubted
Been
New era, new decade, new me nigga
I'm who all you fake hustlers wanna be nigga
cnd if you wanna deal with me speak to G nigga
Uh, Unlinkable...
Off
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
name
4 mixtapes
And a album
Just for play
Ball out
No lonzo
Know the plug
That's honcho
Cash
Need that pronto
Bad bitch
She mine homie
Kind Bud
message
My presence
Your halo
Will come to you soon
An album by me
Dropping in June
Ayo
Sitting right next the beef
Like its lettuce tomatoe
Complexion
Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry
Relationship threatened by stuff that you hear, word, I hope we just persevere
Keep it a stack it's the truth calling game like I'm Peirce
That mean the ending
forgive you, just ride with this album. Spread it like COVID
BADrecords spans all genres but tonight you're getting nothing but that gangster shit
Here in
was the truth
Niggas thought I was from New York, niggas thought I was off the stoop
'Til I pulled up with Snoop like Dre did in "G Thang"
Wasn't no
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
Smoking’ on that George Bush
This that shit that we ride to
(Yea Yea Yea)
Okay
Aye aye
Okay
Bad bitch she a lil me
Pretty bitch no lil B
X nigga he
Uh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
ED O.G. uh uh, D Quest uh uh
Boston's Finest, y'all check this out
You challenge me I'll challenge you, off balance fool
first instinct
Blink lights gone, nigga ain't no time to think
I'm gonna do you something wrong like George Plad
Weak man have your ass gone by
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe its because I had you girl
Was thinking
track I'm flaming I don't plan on failing
Pictures I be painting with the words I'm saying
Skirt, Skirt, Skirt
In the Mustang I'm racing
I wanna bad
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