Lyrics:
B-B-Beat blessed, by AyeSean
Oh my gosh, is that Iqnn?
Fucking your hoe (Oh)
Keeping the blick keep the pole (Pole)
G19 I tote, He talking on me so
Blow it blow it
FNI we da vibes and You know it know it
I’m a bankroll Barbie
Posted up in the Party
Double F B G’s I like em all on my body
Got
through what I've been through
What'd you mean
Stay thugged out, ain't gotta G for my team
None of these guys ain't seen what I've seen
None of these guys
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
That's strain, aim, pull with the game they stole
Lookin' for a way they can blow new brains
Let the whole crew bang like the Old Wu Tang
With bold new
at
Where them killas livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at
Ride wit a G, come and ride wit a G, all through the ATL
Come and ride wit a G
See me ridin'
tryna' blow up in this scene
North Lynn brudda with a love for Lewsey
Still rock Nike can't afford me Gucci
Got some rappers round here that'll claim
He'll cum down the chimney
With his big old sack-age
Waiting ass up for him
cnd his package
What he sees, it's such a sight
“Hmmm” he moans by
And I think we'll blow up like dynamite
Come on girl, get with me, let's see the city
You can stop by, let me see them tig ol' bitties
We can stay in
might blow, 24 bands in my pants like I'm ko' (Ko)
I got a bro that sell shit for the low
I got a bro tie that shit up a bow
These niggas hate as of late
hot but the flow cold
Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me drift off get ya nodoz
Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try
swag on)
G-go Hit da club get my dance on (get my dance on)
Rubba bands on my neck made my swag look so official
Blow my nose on dis track please pass
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
sang
Twist another L
Its good for my health
Get a kush coma
When Im smoking by myself
Ima pass on it if it aint top shelf
Ima stay getting blowed
Til my
get addicted
Matter of fact, I know you're gonna get addicted
'Cause it's so sweet
Life Liquid, plus it's good for you're sickness
I used to watch my
Hustle for the muller, we dey hustle for the doe doe
(We dey hustle for the doe doe)
We dey pray all night, we dey pray say make we blow blow
(We dey pray
is peace
(All I'm searching for is peace)
Take these haters where the wind blows
Only outside with my G's
(Only outside with my G's)
Hope that's them
I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
I need my money, that don't ever end
I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
I wanna be
I'm comfortable by her I put my pistol on her dresser
Had a threesome with her sister
They thought I was scared to ask them
Bust a nut then hit
last kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist
Chorus: Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X)
Yo let the games begin
nigga I'm a dope seller
Margiela thousand dollars for the tennis shoes
Make the money, blow the money, blow the money, make the money
I just blew
Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin' beats from way back
Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques
Clear the racks jobbers
the things that they do for crumbs
I do mine for me, ya see?
Not the big homie, Double-O-G
Scared to do your own work, man, that's foul (that's foul)
Island nigga fuckin with them G niggaz
we gettin money everyday of the week nigga
it's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me
we blow that purple everyday in
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