Lyrics:
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not you average artists
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick
G-G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this
knockin'
Oh, oh, oh, Beanie G. wonder can you play
Don't be no punk, don't be no candy ass
Don't flunk the test, then expect to pass
Don't understand,
know the feds watchin'
Auntie on my telegram, like, "Be cautious"
I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on Stockton
I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for
another white joke, I'm laughing
How original? You're asking for me to be on
The shit that you on
Yeah, we can start with this
Cat named G Malone Static
wanna be the girl under you (oh yeah)
I wanna be your G.U.Y., oh yeah
I wanna be the grave and earth you (oh yeah)
Our sex doesn't tell us no lies
can't break (uh)
That's the one, do music for fun
Give deals to artists (yeah)
Pull up to the office (yeah)
Yeah, I'm from the project so quadruple
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
Nigga, hahaha (oh)
Yeah (yeah)
Here we go again (it's Shady, haha)
Shady Records mixtape (50 Cent)
The Invasion (G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit)
Part Two
(Get on your knees, nigga, get on your knees and pray)
Em, you claim you mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's Hailie gon' be
Texas any old time
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go
) gone
And (D) so are (G) you
(C) Later on it finally (D7) hit me
(C) That you wouldn't be 'a comin' home no (D7) more
(C) 'Cause this time I know you
G..............................................
Sailors of the highway, come to me in my dreams
C..............b........bb...............g
Gotcha, where I want ya
I... i... g-g-g-gotcha, g-g-g-gotcha
Our love could be dangerous
It makes me tremble inside
I'm gettin' tired of chasin' you
Baby
to"
"G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
Yo- niggas is phony frontin' like they Master of Ceremonies
None of you suckers are even remotely close to me
To be
on me like a beehive
Hop in the G ride
From the West to the East side
Know that's just how Compton roll
And that's a given
I pass the blunt then
Oh, in the sun, sun, havin' fun, it's in my blood
I just can't help it, don't want you here right now, let me go
Oh, let me a-g-g-g-g-g-g-g
Texas any old time
I've got those hup, two, three, four
Occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go
rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R&B
it ain’t shit
It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you
Salvation belongs to our God,
Who sits upon the throne
And unto the Lamb
Praise and glory, wisdom and thanks,
Honor and power and strength...
Be
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
I just want to feature, like my idol dua lipa, be a gossip girl diva just like leighton meester
Chorus
Just like a queen on tv and vogue magazine
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