Lyrics:
sleep plus time is all i need, for you to get to know me, homie
I been low key, grinding all week no sleep
I been all g, got nothing on me, no sheep
Keep
Bajo a la calle todo negro puta, me siento un Nigth Rider
Siempre rodeao de rappers, beatmakers, graffiti writers
Miran a mi costado, tengo varios g
harpooning the g-spot
Oops! I forgot to give a shit about you
Say my name, John Wick, take a hit out on you
I'm a demon in the sheets, paragon in the streets
money, get dat guapp
Yea by every mean "bang"
I say
All my g's stand up, "rugged team" yea
All my gangsters stand up, yea
"Stand up stand up"
All my all
watch so your baby mama
Sometimes I'm cooler than a cold glass of water
Still I spit flames!
Bitches think I'm rude
Cuz I live by N.F.G
N.F.G
N.F.G
N.F.G
Intro
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin G's...
Verse One
Hey Yo doctor, here's
G'd Up, squad up, bitches always drinking nut
Girl don't call me on my phone, if you do I'm hanging up
If you know me by now, then you know I come
now woo the
B.G. straight duckin feds
On the real B.G.' bout bustin heads
On the real B.G. killin' chopters
Look in the sky flyin' by it's
By³o ciemno, wiêc niewiele co widzia³am
I pamiêtam te¿ niewiele by³o ciemno, wiem
¿e z pochylon¹ g³ow¹ sta³am
Tak jak stoi siê w Koœciele
A wiêc
undressin' to test me and uh
Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You wants a nigga,
In memory of you, dear old pal
(Words and Music by C. E. Snow â?? Hank, The Singing Ranger)G7 see E see see G7 G7 see Gdim G7Everything has gone
you With you by my side
G, G wagon
Yeah yeah, yeah
Audi s7
yeah yeah, yeah G, G wagon yeah yeah, yeah Audi s7
whole night whole night yeah
is patient
D
It is so kind
D G
The fruit is what our Jesus seeks
(Chorus)
C G
Live by the Holy Spirit
C G
In all
Just pick yourself up off the ground
D7 G
And get back up and ride
Written by Jon Elam April 12, 2021
Forgiveness is a word I want to live by
Am Em G C
How can this be you want to surrender
Am Em G
I'll admit I
[B.G.]
Ohhh
Man, somethin' stank
Ooohh
You smell that?
I don't know what that is
Killin' is like a hobby: somethin' that B.G. do for fun
It don't
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game
First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain
every song I'm (D) singing,
And they're tryin' to put an end to guys like (G) me,
All that's left in Bakersfield is a (D) jukebox,
And it's haunted by
nasze stepy
Na to też wtedy był ślepy
Świat nie widzi tych co dziś się gubią w drogowskazach
Gdy niejeden się naraża by nie grać w barażach
Świat nie
Returned from a hibernal dream
Voices fell like marble
No longer by my side
Gone all that would linger
Ripped from my embrace
Melinda
the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho
Swoop G by the fuckin L-be's-see
None of these nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
Swoop G, Swoop G, G
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