Lyrics:
full of braids, make a nigga eat me out
Put a white boy on Sazón
I might turn G-Eazy out
Keep it G from the club 'til the end, from the start
You
SONG TITLE: WcVE OF LOVE
BY: GEORGE GIGcNTO
Intro:: D-G-c Chords: D-G-c
D G c
livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she
To seemingly give up everything you have
Is this what it is to give up a dream
I love you and gave you my everything
From 3rd grade street games
To real pads
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
Colorado
So forgive us when we say shit like
(Hook)
N I double G A S
Some of us gotta sell (?)
Getting hellah rellah doing they best
Playa haters
All my gratitude?
[Verse 2]
G
I could sing these songs
Em
As I often do
D
But every song must end
Fuck your mixtape, that shit's not (fire)
Fuck your album, that shit's not (fire)
Every time, you hear Chip drops (fire)
Touch the mic and ignite that
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
wifey don't take it by the uniform
Seen a lot of 10's, yeah but you the one
2, 3, you who I do it for
I'm in the 2-3, yeah I'm in the zone
Supa wifey,
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
You can't put a quarter in the machine and get three mo' men
THAT'S, the end
Walking down the street, in my All Stars
In my, khaki suit, doin what I do
Nigga came out of 3rd street
West Erie come correctly
You don’t really wanna test me
You gone end up on a neck piece
I don’t know you don’t assess me
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closing the shop
friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin' 'bout all the ends
that I spends, making snaps, pumping cool G Rap and Biz
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about
Cappin' off safety
Keep one in tha chamber
Nigga
Your life is in danger
(boyowh!) call me noah 'cause I'm floating cross
Tha river droppin' g shit
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
G A7 D
'Cause she'd never understand why she couldn't get a man more her age with a college degree
Chorus:
G
Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)
So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain
(No the real hood the hood, not the rap
Loving this life
That's the way to be
Burn a couple of niggas
Ain't no 3rd degree
You Talking too much homie
Say less
I ain't built off no damn stress
Imma
that
Spin on that block, back to back like a relay
I'm never lackin', fuck nigga don't play with me
You gone get burnt, but I ain't talking 3rd degree
was the truth
Niggas thought I was from New York, niggas thought I was off the stoop
'Til I pulled up with Snoop like Dre did in "G Thang"
Wasn't no
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