Lyrics:
Really think Ill ever change
Don't be looking strange when you look this way
Holler at a G was up homie holler at a G homie homie
And I don't Really think
ok
Will she finish her prey
She's coming after you
Break it down... Now get up
Break it down... G... g... g... g... get up
She isn't the one you know
socialist
Make me wanna go crazy, no sociopath
lord open the floodgates Im taking a bath
G, O, D, yea that's my contact
He see me for me, he don't need no
to Dazz fill ya glasses if you with it
Liquor taste like fruit
Ladies and g's do the freak I'm trine hear it
Let the funk in you
Open to close we cutting up
Don't have to g check check check if I have to check check check
Somebody getting wet wet wet call up the set ahh yeah
Good for it like are they good for
Count up a g today
Kick up my feet today
Smoke on a b today
Everyone eats today
Don't even need the fame
Fuck her she scream my name
Easy like piece
If you think too slow
To talk you'll forget
But the hurrier you g-g-g-g-go
The behinder you get
If you tweedle your thumbs
You'll lose the hare
'em - yeah I got 'em
I got 'em - yeah I got 'em
BLESSIN' BOI VERSE 1
(Aye) Boy stop it - I'm clean in my Nostic
I walk wit a waddle cause da G's in my
keepin
my
shit real tight
Fuck it no doubt for fuckin around witches stick a Dolomite
I'm quick for jackin yo cheese outta yo keys and spendin yo G's
for me to reboot
Just keep trill with a G
I, know y'all been talking about me
Time for me to reboot
Hey
Y'all on my good side
I don't think y'all really
Summertime on the strip
(Shits getting toasty)
Winter times coming quick
(I'm rolling my smoke G)
Every chickens getting dipped
(These nuggets are
r-e-s-p-e-c-t
When you see me out with my g's
Moto live it loud and bun trees
From the dirt rise through the concrete
Oh your girl was looking at me
When she saw
my pockets fly
You never living
If you never shine
$G$ this a full time
And we going on real ride
I feel the Rhythm it’s a sweet time
You know I got
Tragic baby
G5 no traffic baby
Traffic baby
Fresh to death
Damn it's tragic baby
Tragic baby
G5 no traffic baby
Im riding thru ya city
With some 20s onda
Wa gyod ko nimo tagda sukad pagbuntag
Naa ba ko'y nahimo? Na wala ko kahibaw
Sige nalang ta'g away pasabta ko
Bisag ingon ana ka, pinangga kaayo tika
kingdom is mine now
Ain't no stoppin me
Baby done gassed me up
Sayin I'm on one
Time to wrap this up
A Certified G in ya presence
Ttakin no losses
Fuccin
on myself i can see blind, see blind
Coz i know, this need a G mind, G mind
Need a rebound, gotta rebind, rebind
Mind ain't mapped to this, gotta keybind,
estou com a G4ng, nós só queremos dope, aqui ninguém diz basta
E eles sabem que, trap, money e hoes, essa é a minha praia
When we pull up
A minha fera
Revelation
So I'm gunna spit it
Soulja of Christ
Think you can stop me
Take a number get in line
And even if it kills me
Yeah... rappin' G.O.D.
And even if
She a birdie, better side piece
A dime piece, better yet a thousand G
That's me, Deity a young G
Represent the city, I bring peace
With prosperity, VVS
the face
(2Pac)
We! Gonna make some change
(Changes)
Them streets
Taught us lots of thangs
But G, ain't nothin what it seems
(That's the way it is)
Ayy!
neck
Can't see me bar for bar
To be the best it's fuck the rest
To keep this dream on par
To keep this G ain't got no time for you
I got my mind
Like a rockstar
Yeah yeah
I be going hard
Yeah yeah
Like a rockstar
I’m a real G
Not a phony
I’m a real G
Don’t approach me
I’m a real G
You don’t know
Ahh ahh ahh
They hatin on me
Heart of a hustler
Mind of a G
Why these niggas always hatin on me
Heart of a hustler
Mind of a G
Why these bitches
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