Lyrics:
a while
My daddy worked hard down at the factory
Nights he went to G.I. school
He didn't know nothin' 'bout the silver spoon
But he lived by the golden
the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
[MJG]
Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up
M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough
I
When the war was over, why, there were jobs galore
For the G.I. Josephs who were in the war
But for generals things were not so grand
And it's not
saying
They relaying that he say she say language
If that's the way we trying to swing it won't swing it
M-J fucking G I ain't really new to this shit
'm a motherfuckin' G, I don't play with no nigga
Multi-millionaire self-made, ho nigga
H-U-S-T-L-E gang
For that, in God we trust, we bang
I'm the new John Gotti
your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit, them they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I
mothafuckas, we comin' hard G
I got killas in the projects sellin' water
I got niggas from New Orleans to Florida
bout it 'bout it (bout it, 'bout it)
I mean
dude back to jail and give us C-Murda (yeah)
Gettin' high like three-six but like ballin', G, I might pimp your bitch (SpaceX)
Signed myself, ran up
Yeah (Ah ah, oh oh) yeah (Ah ah, oh oh)
This the type of shit you count some money to
Ah ah, oh oh ah ah, oh oh I'm g-
Ah ah, oh oh ah ah, oh oh
beat me (ayy)
You ain't on my frequency, aerial or TV
You 2D? I'm 3D, you 4G? I'm 5G
I came correct like Nike, I read you all like psychics (woof)
Let's all be millionaires
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I'm still at it, they still mad
Her friends hated, but I still
me
Hundred racks on a new AP
Two-fifty on a C-O-U-P-E (yeah)
I put that on G-O-D
Fifty shots, and the chop' spinnin' through the east
Like we
wealth
A real G, I never kissed niggas or shot myself
Gangsta Gibbs
I'm number one, number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull
macks out
All my jail niggas maxxed out
B.I.G. niggas
Forever nigga
What yo yo yo
Nigga what uh my gun busts like phone
I hob da g'sågt, dass i manchmoi ganz anders bin
I hob da's g'sågt, aber du woid'st 'as mia ned glaa'm
I hob da g'sågt, dass's manchmoi schwierig is
[Kriminul]
For real hip hop niggaz..
J.I.G. Mastas..
For days on I hear the same song sayin' nothin new
I'm in the cunt gettin' my blaze
Verse 1
Hey, Billy G.
What's going on now?
Haven't talked to you in forever
Ever since you shook me around
And just threw my heart away in the sea
Picture us married you and me k-i-s-s-i-n-g
I remember the first time girl you and me f-you-see-k-i-n-g
[Repeat]
She was the modern Isis,
don't care who knows that I'm ready to fight, ready to go
Just like a G.I. Joe
Sometimes I wish I had a kung-fu grip
I'd never let her slip away,
We had just one request
We had just one request
We had just one request, One g
We just wanna see a better country
Everywhere dens
We had just one
Ho pochi min senti tic tac
Una B non mi distrae, ieri mio fra
Con il gas ha fatto cash fast come Tokyo Drift, mio G con i G dentro i g star
Qui sto
Need world peace no meta
Bro throw the bows on the go out the hood no sweater
B I G P I M P
Kuatro stay cold I stay icy
Drippin' my juice through
this week
Two shoots, then I hop on beat
None of that was music related
Snapping her come round half past three
Notorious BIG
'Babay' want B I G
No I
me
Non sono come te
Resto con i g con i fre
lun amii (lun ami)
Vieni non lo so _
Mollami (Mollami)
Nella via già da un po'
Sempre
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