Lyrics:
eighteen shots, seven shots
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah nigga, yeah
Yeah, (gimme gimme gimme gimme)
Fucker (what)
(Yo it's the) G.O.D. Father Point Three
bout her mindset
Morals dem strong like a bicep
And she’s a hustler just like me
On her grind seven days of the week, she’s a G
And she knows how to make
(yeah)
And all my shooters shootin' .223's 'bout me, Wop
Pick 'em with the AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few
liking what you seeing
Eight five on the ninety five
You can ride by a nigga side
Double g's double c's
Designer on her seven days a week
Baby know ya
like to get to know?
Slow your roll i can tell
You're tryna take me home
But there are seven things about me
That I think you should know
See there's
All I do is get it
All I do is smoke weed
All I do is ride out with my boys
And puff that O.G
All I do is spit that shit
I'm so dope
Bitch I O.D
All
and behold, roads that you chose, more out of control than a roll of the dice is
So, I'm reminiscing with some G's when I was hustling just to see
How setting
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
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I went out one morning for a walk out by the sea
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I saw this
Aye come her lil niggah
Let me pop my shit just for a second
Aint no second guessing
This for the grown and adolescent
Got me talking reckless
From
We put the windows down and our heads out
As we're driving towards the denying
Work the 9 to 5 can go by quick
Take your vitamins read your morning
I know, ain't no place like home
gone for a second best believe that I'm back home
24-7 where the love just don't stop
comedian done tell
a thousand times
Those seven days a thousand
Moments with her, now they're all a blur
Except for every second and every word
Every drop of rain, every single
they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
And never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know!
This is how it goes
My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
And never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you
got
Nessed by a groupie hoe
Even when I'm chillin' Trident reckon
That I do the most
Cah I've always got G's around
Me like a Gucci coat
When I'm in
take it how you want to
Chorus: (B.G.)
Repeat
Verse 3: (B.G.)
Second line Sunday Uptown that's the day bout stuntin'
Niggas in big bodies on chrome,
ONE TO THE TWO
Written by cnthony cce Thomas
Produced by Ras Fiery
INTRO:
YO...KEEP TRYING. KEEP TRYING.
YO! YO!
ONE TWO...ONE TWO...
YO...KEEP
dem dey ginger me
I put call 2 seconds God dey answer me
Spiritually notorious but not B.I.G
Why I no go boast when my God is B I G
Dem say I no go use
Drax Bitch
Fuck a hook it's straight bars Ay
Fuck around and be a victim
You get hitten by a car Ay
Ahh
Ay I'm in this bitch with no hook (Grt)
They
prove what I produce by spraying up the room in due time
You'll find it difficult to breathe outstanding
Niggas like me will never take a seat
Break
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
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