Lyrics:
day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright
Trans-hypnotic robotic can't stop it
No limits to this style you know you can't lock it
First you mock it, rock it
outside, twenty-nine, G5, seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one and I'm
tell me that he's wicked
Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
And check what my man has to say
Right or wrong, don't you think that he
too
G-G-G-G, Shady
Shady Aftermath (yeah)
Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go
Yeah (G-G)
I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
thought you said that you got me
Her nigga rich and be wit crips be she ain't ain't talking bout Roddy
I wanna fuvk on den loaf somebody tell her come
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
vibe and my sexy style
If you don't ever go nowhere, I won't ever go nowhere
And I will always be right here for you
Tell me, are you still down for
on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)
First Verse [Baby]
I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's
(How be?)
Movin' these fuckin' kees
(G-Unit nigga)
You know how we get down nigga (it's that gangsta shit stupid)
Let me tell you how to school y'all young niggas man
(Here we go now!) yo,
Dollar for my hand
Diamond for my wrist
Prada on my feet
Steady rocking Louis V
Every time I pull up with my G's
Oh my God you don shut it down
Purple batch and tattoos
Bad bitch and some nice views
Two yabs or a nice brew
All that cause cash rules
This earth that I walk, I just play by
to drive for miles
Just to come to get a taste of this ATL style (ha)
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player (uh-huh)
Make my own moves, call me the mayor
hits comited 2 fully focused man bout to take this album to the top. all day 07 thats us mayne. huey wats up. bout 2 g5 errrrrr. side 2 side side 2 side
ya job, every day
And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so
"Alright, so Lakeyah you was explainin' me that you the female G.O.A.T."
(FOREVEROLLING) (Yeah)
"Well, that just means there's one thing to do
just keep it g
Convertible top off, I just keep it g
G, I just keep it g, g, i just keep it g
Know your bitch wanna fuck with me
Cause I keep it g
shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell
Is the Maybach a V12 or V6? (Or V6?)
Lil' bitch done seen
the world from everything I'll try
Or use my black magic to bring back classics like Huey 7 from I
What if I can bring back Dr. Martin Luther K-I
In G we
on
Who gon be the one to let you know that you a hoe
And I just packed up every bag and sat it by the door
And you gon tell me everything you thought I
Hey
Ride to it
Giving a fuck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me
Bitch I'm G
Bitch I'm G
Bitch I'm G
Homie I'm G-G
Double O D
G
, fake G checkin' me
Fuck the road but if anybody's testin' me
It's one step away like a 5-a-side penalty
Every Santander Nationwide remembers me
Right
line
G-o-o-d things take time
G-G-G-o-o-d things take time
Tryna run so fast
You 'bout to trip
This ain't a 5k dash
No need to sprint
Sitting and waiting
them gold thangs hit the curb
5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail
100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quickness
All because a big nigga
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
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