Lyrics:
tha court, it's 'bout to go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you
Hello Hello Hello Hello Hello Rocked my Jordan shorts inside my Girbaud jeans Rocked my Jordan shorts inside my Girbaud jeans White tee on me or my
Yeah Aye Girbaud jeans, straps on my pants What you know about this? Girbaud jeans & I hold green Pree the fashion on my whole team Sleepin
(Do it) (Alright) (Ah, alright) (Get busy y'all) Aye welcome to that Raq, where we rock Girbauds (Girbauds, yeah) Full of that lean while I'm fucking
scared of no nigga Especially a hoe nigga Come get yo hoe nigga She all on my toes nigga Throw it back like Girbauds nigga You know why she chose nigga
Used to wear hand-me-down baggy Girbaud’s Look at my necklace Trinidad froze Weed and the liquor to help with my woes Alchemist turning his shit into
rocking Girbauds I make music, but bitch I'm still broke But you still gone get in my civic Is you with it, fibbing cause I hate commitment Capper like
Used to wear hand-me-down baggy Girbaud’s Look at my necklace Trinidad froze Weed and the liquor to help with my woes Alchemist turning his shit into
Uh Uh Uh Uh Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh What What What What What What What Yeah yeah yeah What What What Yeah Yeah Uh I got girbauds, black boks,
her hair and arch her back yeah we gone take it there She stay strapped up like girbaud she gone shoot for sho Yeah I'm riding with bros nigha right
B(B)-O(O)-S(S)-I(I)-E(E) Thats Me Fresh Cut Shined Up Bones, (Shine Em Up) Throw Backs And Girbaud (I Got Them Bauds) New Whips On 24's (Duece 4's)
Yeah yeah, blåste en bag i går Nye jeans fra Girbaud Stilen min er for grov Yeah yeah, Lagde beats da du sov ny tid, nye mål, kom deg på mitt nivå
goin' on, hun Well, I be Puba on this here The nigga from last year Girbaud's hanging baggy Tommy Hilfiger top gear Take no shorts I'm doin'
Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man) Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's A pocket full of stones,
Rich Slime yeah Ay Strap on me like I'm wearing Girbaud's Hop out the car, you know I'm gon' blow Pistola on me, when I post in the "yo" 45 and you
Stix Lollipop, hit lick See, my Girbaud's saggin', Bo Jackson Toe ratchets, toe taggin' Blue flaggin', no Magnum Douchebaggin', raw doggin' Jaw
thoughts on the shelf Here's a little insight on why I tighten my belt hold up If you ain't never sold what I sold With a mouth full of gold and girbauds You
Depending what dope she got them panties gone drop All on the top floor Dead off choclotto Cuz use to stuff dope in his Girbauds Got all the tissue he wipe
hop in your ho Go hit a lick then I'm back on the road Little bitty nigga, I stay with a pole And I stay strap like a pair of Girbauds The city
Posted on the block in girbauds with a hundred In a push start all I do is push a button Do the dash off some drank hurting my stomach All these opps but
inside ya Girbauds Came from the bottom we finally touchin' on dollars Not checkin the price when we order them bottles Them models come hot as Nevada
spot, and never had the ball before I'll bop out my car, open up my doors Walking like a dog, my paint job is gorgeous (grr, grr) Girbaud's on, long
Girbaud's What's wrong wit my nose, I got a shit stain on my clothes Look down and say a little BeBe And felt like bootin that little nigga 'Cross the room
smokin weed until they come and we can fall back Shootin back for the small scratch Trey-Fo' what you call that? Pull up my drawers Girbauds
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