Lyrics:
to the code yea the G
Cooked too much dope I got radiation
I just fucked on yo' hoe she got radiation
I done popped me a pill I got radiation
Baby who you know
At a point, I had to give up and write a song
I know it's stupid
But it helps me
Calm
Down
(She) She called me her teenage dirtbag
(G-g-g-got) High and drunk,
'pose to be g's
Pose to be g's
Man these hoes singing songs like Bee Gees (Ha ha)
How y'all staying alive
Cuz everybody is as fake as the times
You
Mr. Man I know you see me walking by
Moves with the nikes and my shoes always fly
You know that song about the suit and the tie
Yeah my man J wrote
She
Said she wanna roll with a g
Said she wanna fuck with me
Said she wanna hop in the ride
Said she wanna have a good time with me
Said she wanna
Out of shape, got a nigga playin' Tetris (What the fuck?)
G-g-get the top, after that, you gotta exit (Like damn)
I fuck with my niggas like they
I just popped a fit, jeans like two g's (racks)
I rock shooters on (skrrt), with the cool feet
That's my lil' what? (Ooh)
Lil' two piece (ooh)
Kampaign shit, G-G
BinooBabyy, G-G
Ay, cab please
Them niggas ain't ready
Cab I please
Them niggas ain't ready, Ready?
They runnin' they mouth
What's up Fresh, it's your turn baby
Gator Boots, with a pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my
Hell no, I'm givin' motherfuckers burial suits
Your little T.K.O was A.O.K.
My way is R.I.P., niggaz are D.O.A.
Dead on Arrival
So nigga you
attention
Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in
Never put your hat on the bed. I'm a little superstitious
Got my black suit on, they say I am
attention
Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in
Never put your hat on the bed. I'm a little superstitious
Got my black suit on, they say I am
Communication was
Never my strong suit
Loud i'm annoying
Quiet i'm a strange dude
Somehow i made it popular, but i'm a loner too
Never fitting in
Jah know star fifth one since year enuh
Mi loose a next friend again.
Mi inna black 3 piece suit shine black boot and tie.
Cry Cry
Goodbye
bin okay
Bruder mein G ja Coly
808s cruisen im Benz
Kenne kein Fake
Mein Broski
Hab meine Fam
Brauch keine Friends (Brauch keine Friends)
Ich will ne
up in a Fendi suit
No I didn't mean to offend these dudes
But it's true, they're lookin' like some yoo hoos
Got the girls gold digging
Yeah they sure
(INTRO)
MMMN, BETTc FIGURE OUT YO FEELINGS, 11,000, MERCY MERCY MERCY, MERCY MERCY MERCY, MERCY MERCY MERCY, G100, cUDIBLE
(TRICK TRICK)
WHO ScID
Herring bone on me mo murda for free
Straight out the mud
Riding dirty with G's
Ride wit that Ray it ain't nothin to see
I am the heart of the streets
My
woo)
Why you gotta get the pigs involved?
I'm way more deadly when my pen involved
Business suits, we the men in charge (woo, woo)
Bottega suits
and fifty doller tennis shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do(do)
don't get it confused
clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down, G-G-Genius
Take us the fuck outta here
The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin'
sayin'?
And all that bitch do is call me all day talkin' about you
"Why the fuck B.I.G. don't want me?"
Yo, Big this is Quita
Kenya told me she saw you
clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down, G-G-Genius
Take us the fuck outta here
The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin'
down, you used to be poor
But now you're all that, because you do tours
People call me Campbell because they think I'm suit
Up on myself because I made
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