Lyrics:
Then she told me "there is joy between my thighs
For the moment let your 'G' be compromised
For the moment we can have a little minaj
Just you me
songbird)
Songbird
Your voice is the purest thing
That my drums have ever heard
Songbird
How have you not flown away
With a man that's more deserved?
But
high noon
I heard your raps and it made me go snooze
I might have to switch it up before it give me the
I'ma rearrange your shit like play-doh
Fucking
Spalding
Trick, it's the infamous Macs from the I
Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go from low-to-high
Drive by, yeah G loves swamp rat and thug dumpin
Indica thai, makin me high, you want to try? (Yeah)
I heard a bitch say if you hit a bitch then youse a bitch yourself
I said,
"Then call me Dwana bitch
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
but for your courtesy
We have the edited class it's less pungent over
There like CBD, we got that Good Hy G-E-N-E, look at the
Bathroom we don't be
condensation on the windows
peering back at myself through the webs we have weaved
till this ra
diant morning somewhere else oh where have i
been where have i
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some grave sites, out by the highway,
A place where nobody knows
a Phillie
And let's see how high this shit take us
Sit back smoking got yo snacks out
Puffin till we pass out
Don't fuck up that rotation I can't
Wait till it
Angel, angel, angels said the devil bout to give me a call, come into my life, spread my body by the floor heart break
Remember drugs this a sad song,
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
my crib right, same size as Suge Knight
Baked guys have good nights, but bait guys get hoods high
Stay by the street light, stay where the teeth fly
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Angels we have heard on high
haven't seen her, or heard her for a while, and I miss her
Music, where have you been
We've been looking all over, but can't seem to find our friend
Music,
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echos in their joyous strains
Glor-or-or-or-or-or,
the day you get buried
Heard, heard he was talking that shit on the net
But these niggas be popped like a motherfucking cherry
Oh thats your bitch in
put money I'ma be alright
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G shit, I ain't have to write
Uh,
they try to meek mill me
How can I create some change
And rid the world of wicked
What could I really obtain
Before the angel visit
I bet I have some
We are the lovers
We are bound to one another
By a bond that is invisible
Yet stronger still than time
And we're locked into the motion
That moves
high fees
I’ve heard them lies
Brought me to my knees
Too many lies
But now I’m as free as a man can be
I’m sitting by the campfire
Watch the sparks
to flossin' on them fools like I pooled up at the postop
Jumped out the car and we was feelin' like g's
I was broke that day but lookin' like I slang keys
But
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