Lyrics:
by a bald man
In a blue jumpsuit
With a super yacht
On route to the moon
We are the ones
Putting fuel in his rockets
Filling boxes
While he fills up
hoes like Idaho potatoes (potatoes)
What am I to do with life as a G?
Being from where I be, D-P-G (where you from?)
It's magnifico
Ran into this
for 10 G's
(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P's
Parents please, watch out for your children
This the one that'll lock 'em in
watchin' Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
For every innocent brother charged with a homicide
Went from battle raps to now we wearin' M.A.G.A. hats
right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G
Hey girl, what's your name? You wanna go
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo.. and this is No Limit records
I am Snoop D-O motherfuckin double G
Partyin with my ??? Silkk The Shocker
You a made man now
Yeah, P!
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
I could tell by your beard you don't love Allah
You got the Bryant Gumbel face
It go, waste removal, we
To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes
Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P
That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P
The promoter of the flyness, witness
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man
Junior daddy - shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm
right ta be a G, Westside Connection
Live for red and blue, my nigga Masta P
But ain't no more God for us nigga
But we can live for that green
I pray the shit'll never stop
You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop
But now the kids got a chance to live
And the O.G.'s got
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I wanna flex hard
the P's innit
My G's in it
Money do the talk we reasoning
My G's in it
Money do the talk we reasoning
I got a big cheque for the nikes
You ain't ready
"Killa you're face to face with Scarface"
G to the E to the T.O.
Now here it comes (boom) motherfuckers die hard till the end
Mr. Scarface not
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(My pops say)
Verse 1 (Master P)
I sell stones
Let me show you my building man, it's the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, know what I'm talking bout
This is me, fourth solo
a check
There's a secret society, all we ask is trust
No G money shit all we gots is us
True indeed, yes, more better, yes
More cheddar, S.P. chain,
and bye
K-I-N-G, Lil Durk why
P-O-L-O, Lil Durk fly
Fifty of that, bro I'm high
Man you know that Kush (Kush)
They be hatin', they be fakin'
In my
cheddar to chow ow ow ow
He feeling He feeling on me
He can tell I ain’t spilling no tea
Word up to the G O D, I want a real man not a D O G
He
Man, damn, uh
Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Man (damn), deviated leather in this 911
Bend a corner, I'm on Hayes Street copping a windbreaker
try and stretch more
Charge less for, that ain't the program
Get ya lessons from the snow man
Like Pillsbury I get the doe man
I'll off ya head for
Let me show you my building man, it's the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, know what I'm talking bout
This is me, fourth solo
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