Lyrics:
there ain't nothing you can tell me
I'm a G, I'm a G
Still on the run but only run from the cops though
Mad, 'cause my records bang from here to El
they both get along? (Ayy)
This is not the Matrix but I am the oracle
Do you wanna get with me? The question is rhetorical
Say the same lines but
can give my all to
Tell me if that's you, you, you
What you wanna do, do, do
Kells
You don't need to call nobody else babe
Its Kell's
of a city slicker who ya prefer to me
I don't paint pictures they just "trace me"
Bloody sick of these in your feels record deals
Countries ill but you wanna
ya, all night
For the dub in the club show me, what I like
Freak bitch make money in the club
Them hoes like to take it off for a thug
You can't
ya, all night
For the dub in the club show me, what I like
Freak bitch make money in the club
Them hoes like to take it off for a thug
You can't
(Cause we kept blasting)
Tell me one thing
Girl what's your motive
Like 85 South
Girl you the coldest
Let's keep it G
Never been a Saint
But where ever I
and yellow, black and yellow (G-Mix)
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, yeah, I do it big
Yeah, uh-huh,
to rewind
I'm losin' my mind yeah
Days go by
Fuck around yeah you know I'll slide
G5 more than 105
New bitch she gon dig my ride
Can't cuff that
Got too much
you can't take it>
Why you want to take my stash?
<you can't take my money, you can't take it from me>
D-O-T came to my house, tell me wassup
You want
club, sideways
What kind of motherfuckin' perculations you niggas got
Up in the refrigerator?
Who wanna join my drinkin' club, sign up the legislature
lookin' at you from the corner of my eye
I can see it now, it's happenin' so high
I sit in the club watchin' ladies go by watchin' me
Watchin' me
Watchin'
me
What the flick gon' do
Baby, stick to me
And I'ma stick on you
If you pick me
Then I'ma pick on you
D-O-double G and I'm here to put this
with your life
You dun getting buzz
Making noise like the beat of a drum
Drum making hit's after hit's
You can tell I'm on a run
Text me the ox, got fire
pull with a club full of women
That's how we living
Girl I do you the way, you want me to
Put them panties right to a side
I ain't got a problem picking
inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
(What's the deal?)
Is it love, or just could it be, that you're used to me?
(She used to you nigga!)
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow, man? (Yeah)
Soft white like Alaska, call me Snowman
easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow, man? (Yeah)
Soft white like Alaska, call me Snowman
You are alone on this life so do what you wanna do
If you think it goes bad just learn from that
What will I do if she texts me back
Middle finger up
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
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