Lyrics:
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Catch me at the X with O.G. At a Yankee game
Dude I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
what they scream, fuck it
As I polly wit' my team puff it
We on the scene rugged
Yeah, we get our green thuggin'
Fuck it, I scream out, yo I'm uh G, fuck
Nigga wanna be me wish he could see the D in him
She work in the morning get that pussy in the PM
I get in in then I jeter it was a fly by
Red bottoms
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
shit steady bumping (GAME!)
Why he moving like that
Nigga I don't know with this G on my lap bitch I'm ready to throw
Say the word bro I'm gon let it go
You know that I'll be there for the highs and lows
Give you mine if your heart gets broke (ME13)
By your side when you're all alone
I will be
loco
Going urban on some bourbon
So get some soco
My eyes be peepin on some flesh
Not even interest
We seen the best but they ain't fresh
So G that's why
tu, spit you out
Got G's rollin my wagons out
2 drinks
When they smoke and they get high
Yaadan
You wishin u were by my side
Hope you Pull up
But you
Don't you wanna get high tonight
You got what I want what I like
Bad bitches good weed and good vibes
Good tree and good D I provide
Won't you hop
a fool bitch, I stay high
Killa T-A-why, and hear the pound down for the drive-by
These G's ride, and it ain't no fear in my heart
You talkin loud, wolfin
you up for defeat, peace
King G, nigga
This is what the truth brings
It's the new things
And you know we're back for more
And how we do things
Let
Governor imagine if it was your kids that starved
Imagine your kids gotta sling crack to survive
Swing a mack to be live cart ack to get high
It's
Mr. Governor imagine if it was your kids that starved
Imagine your kids gotta sling crack to survive
Swing a mack to be live cart ack to get high
Day
Who the fuck are is this tryna judge me?
Boy strong young G, get you before you get me
Motherfucker's no joke
Let the barrel smoke chump
I got
this high
Ain't finna let nobody kill my vibe
They committed social suicide
But me? I refuse to die (I refuse to die)
I will never come down from
we be gunnin' shit (glah, glah)
Love a bit', I ain't never love his bit'
If I say the word, then he get undulated (glah, glah)
G just pull up on me
hustles got voice
Don't let nobody think twice
Soon im in a phantom rolls Royce
Out with the boiz
we makin the noise
Each year get an upgrade
Get better
mind, let's get paid hit the spot
Just like a raid one of the homies got a gauge, come on
Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all
donkey Kong
Sex drive like Pinky shawty ride like a moped
Diamonds on my pinky lets go and get more bread
On point if shit hit the fan phantom squad
shout for me when I'm angry
Yeah, Hollygrove, biatch
Sloppy like Joe, you better go get G-I
All my guns knee high, M-O-N-E-Y
That's what I rely on,
they meant to split apart
But sometimes finding that happy medium is where love gets it start
Because love is pure but at the same time love is dreadful
said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is
B.G Savage SoCal Savages
I'm just tryna get rich
I don't wanna do shit
I just wanna go home smoke some fucken deuces
Ride in the mustang
Let that
am, the nights broken
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
She said she she want
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