Lyrics:
ya take this timeout to answer
[B.G.]
Nigga, A
[Mannie]
Are you faster than a gun?
[B.G.]
Nigga, B
[Mannie]
Will I shoot ya if ya run?
[B.G.
E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G
E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G
When I'm out on the road
Goin' from show to show
Told my homie Romeo
How much I missed you so
I
I can see!" Whoahaoaha-ahhhh!
One two three, it's the G-U-E
Double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin' mayday
Weeble with a street sweeper lookin' for
where are the heroes
who can clean up everywhere
hey g.i. joe, where are you now?
And if I could count the times
that I looked up to the sky
of David on the grill
And the has-been proudly adorned with the color pink
Bring on your G's, your Q's, your are's and your Alphas
It is time - Shalom!
E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G
E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G
When I'm out on the road
Going from show to show
Told my homey, Romeo
How much I miss you so
I don't
don't give a fuck who you be G
Cause whoever you are, it ain't no way in the world you can be me
I'm comin' from the haystack, way back where they grow,
One two three, it's the G-U-E
Double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin' mayday
Weeble with a street sweeper lookin' for the beast
Had me thinkin' that I'm
rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco
I'm dippin, rollin, that's the way the (?) bowl
D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C. soul
Controllin, foldin, suckers like envelopes
tan superable que lo intentan sin parar
esa es la estrella superior
espero que si, espero que no
separada en dos, a n g u l a r .
es asi, natural,
could leave
I'm in Alabama or Louisiana
Ke'Noe and Dobey BeBe and Jabber
When I'm not in the lab
You know I'm trying to grab a cup of couple G's chick
Almighty G---o----d
You are my all in all
No matter what I face
When troubles comes my way
I will praise You Lord
Today ooh oh
Today o
I'll lift up my voice
cuzão
Mas tua cara é balança
Vou pesar a minha mão
Nicotina e THC
Vai se sufocar no set
Pode me rolar o G
Fumo ate R7
Se eu te peço eu to na merda
Mas
You're a little suspect, what did you suspect?
L-g-b-t-q-r-s-u-s-p-e-c-t
S-u-s-p-e-c-t, find out what it means to be
over stupid Ass shit and keepin everything all up in your mind
Because it's not good for you
Aye young thug to the G
Man these hoes are crazy man they
the cheat code
But what happened to the G code
Wait
We are not the same we ain't equal
People act like being real is illegal
I be juggin game I be juggin game
F.D.E.....
(Mmmmmmmmm)
G.M.E
S.R. Baby ...
(Yea)
Pop Da Man
Every time I wanna talk
You turn and run away
(Run away....)
Girl we're not gonna last
while building into dynasties
So hopefully you riding G or otherwise its R I P
I got a hatred that just thrives in me
Crawling through the night without
Need some Need some
Stacks with some keys
House with some G's
Oh baby baby are we all gonna make
Ohh no...
No...
I'm cool I'm calm I'm slick I'm hot
it's to shallow
I am trynna figure out how to win her soul
I cant get her picture out of ma mind
The g,s be saying that I am realy blind
They say g Friyo
do this all night
They ask me what I do when I step up on the mic
Tell em I got mad skill...
Check it
They call me Y.U.N.G.S.T.A.R. (Millz)
I knew
and drankin
That bitch you be crushin im leavin hangin
Yeah my niggas straight out the G and they bangin
Ar Anita
Anita be sang in
Soon as she finished nobody
Participação: Ketssia Alinny
D G A D
R. Escutai, minha filha, olhai, ouvi isto:
than a palm trees.
Awe fuck, Do it dirty I’ma dog g.
Got nuts, that are bigger than a palm trees..
Hold up hold up hold up, hold up.
I know I gotta
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