Lyrics:
out nigga peek-a-boo
Hop out make that money move
We pop out make ya tummy oooze
Got dem G's on my belt
Got them G's by myself
Big boss like
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
Capo: 1
G/D-----G/D-----G/D/G
G
Ev’ry little girl like me
D G
Ev’ry day it’s
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
dubs be
My car packed shorty, just like the club be
I'm sitting low to the ground, just like the bugs be
My baby mama fuck a G, she learning to love
girls
that love to trip
Trying to spend 24
at se7en\'s crib
Girls Girls Girls Girls
Girls I do adore
When you see me in the club
holla at ya boy
Post it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
C7SHIT, huh, yeah
Who gon' holla at me for the breeze tonight?
I know what it is and how it seems, alright
I go out and get it any
there
By the time I look again she was ready to declare
So grab a gyal, yo darlin'
Gyal mi like de way ya movin' naughty
Got my G's, dem up here
niggas how it's supposed to be done
G-Bo gator, you know I ain't no hater
I'ma holla at you later
Tic toc don't stop big East slap rock
Remember Boot,
showing the cheap 'do
Love sheff gyal, but big up the Leeds crew
I might break a bitch's heart like T too
Hickery dickery jump in the guillotine
If a G
like they love Hoover
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BOW!
They, they talking that
C
Our love can't be separated even by another love
C Dm G
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
b-i-z
Theres a pile a rocks right there by ya feet
Kick it not trippin I got what you need
2 bills a verse pay me my fee
You too cheap to see don’t holla
See them 3 guys in the ride
(Wooo wooo)
That's 3 aside
(Skrr skrr skrr)
Wooo
I see 3 with my eyes g
IC3 and they're icy
Origin story
Like
Everyone
Went to the well and made a wish
Pray to God I stay around
Tigallo love to throw his weight around
On the same scale they weigh the fish
It's
witness
They all love a gangsta, that shit be so addictive
When we pull up, they know who we are by the car
We blowin' big, and you know Diddy he gonna
You can never take the life of a real G
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready
If you kill me
Young motherfucker pull the trigger
If you kill me
You got
this white boy, slangin my herb
D.P.G. to the fullest young 'cause
My homeboy Ricky said, "Show me some love!"
He got the club with this fool named
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
"Slow Jamz
" holla at your man
Old school like Melle Mel
Or we could go to the D where Drelle Drel
Or DC, PG, or ATL
Back in Chi, I mean my life like
pills for these bitches
Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Want to take a toke? YES!
me
I got them paper dollars
Now them haters wanna holla
I made it from the bottom
Now I'm headed to the top
I'm grindin, I'm shinnin, I be Smart Rich
believe I zagadat
When I'm back in town
Imma really have to holla back
Your girl really love my drip
Your girl tryna ride my shit
Better hide your chick
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