Lyrics:
the album, now you born again
Dry devils, come up wet devils, let the story begin
Is it, five bibles or five rifles, pray them down or shoot them dead
I hang
pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
Cause you are
A beautiful shinning star
Every time I see I get hyped
Girl you truly are one of a kind
You a lil G that’s what I like
Cause I need a girl
tam jest tłum
Przecież tam jest tłum (Tłum, ej)
Ze mną zerwała znów dupka, nie będę płakał po szmatach
5G to squad, twoja suka daje ass, mówię do niej
I got beloved on the beat
If a nigga want smoke
I hotbox
And leave his nugget on the seat
G.L.R really thugging in the streets
Op niggas always
Black bandanna I'll hitchu with the blamma
Been a hot nucca welcome to my cabana
I pull strings like Carlos Santana
Banana clip do you dirtier than
Right by honeys in a G-string
I'm fighting snakes like Santana
(My women simultaneous)
Phantom in
I'm sliding real fast like lil bitch I just ran in it
Yeah I be rapping like this for a grip I went in like as young as Santana is
You know my
(Hellrell)
By the time this shit touch the streets
Ill prolly be shackeled down on the bus wit beats
But imma ride anyway
Get high anyway, and let my vvs
Yea
Like Santana we gettin' it hot
Your baby momma finna get popped
She movin' that shit too fast
Lil mama, slow down the gas
Said "Bae let's make
pockets rip to Santana
Cross the country, making plays i'm stacking up Montana
I'm moving state to state
Been grinding all my life like Tony Hawk but I
to the class I'm serving packs to students
She in my phone she think I'm cheating now I'm acting clueless
Key Santana got the guala don't be acting stupid
Bitch
to the class I'm serving packs to students
She in my phone she think I'm cheating now I'm acting clueless
Key Santana got the guala don't be acting stupid
Bitch
feeling great
Oh yeah by the way I can't feel my face
Uh like Santana Lil Wayne off the fossil drank
Double the *Ching* and the problems what the fuck you
the bag yeah I know
Tell the oppas to get up with me, we ain't playin
Funny ain't no silly, we smoke by the O
I'm with Rozu we countin' money
Shit, we
Peter Piper picked a pepper, that was his downfall
I'm down with 'Dre 3000 'cause he got my back y'all
Ball if you want to, but do it with some class G
Santana bitch I’m
Cam off in that Rover
Whole thing wrapped round & it’s?
Right by tha motor double G, Gucci, Prince
& snakes all on my loafers
Bumbleclot
I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
fucking weapon
When I was three I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC
And at the age of nine I wrote my first
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
to Osama
Skepta the K-IN-G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it's Boy Better Know
It's not Murder IN-C
Yo, there's some hating family
Never
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven
(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one
and it's right by water
I'm the Trap God and I walk on water
G-Gucci Mane I'm the water man
Make it rain, do the water dance
Water dripping like
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