Lyrics:
worried 'bout nothin'
Just gettin' good, just gettin' good
Just gettin' good lovin'
(Everybody wanna feel that G-O-O-D-L-O-V-E)
Just gettin' good lovin'
life
Measure G's in the streets we getting paid
Could barely breath we ain't see no other way
Fuck with me it's D.O.A D.O.A
We getting paid D.O.A D.O
and enter with the blast
Nakarmimy tobą wygłodniałe stado wron
Kill 'em all fuck 'em all D.O.D i Słoń
Z zawiasów wylatują drzwi prosto w twarz
We kick
the wall.
S.O.D boys, got our money sittin' tall
While your money sittin' small.
Let me make a phone ciz-all! ciz-all
I'm callin up my boyz, they're gonna
Some call him Papa, some call him Jah
It's whatever yo, He's my star so
I call him G.O.D.
It's simply amazing, all that He's done for me
Feeling like Boosie in 2010
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
That's me
And y'all C-A-N apostrophe T-F-U-C-K-W
I-T-T-H-E-D-U-G-O-U-T
Nigga, what
It's too much of us
CCURRENTT made this one
Yeah, G-O-D, that's who I see, F-C-B-C, we on our God-tings
Yeah, G-O-D, that's who I see, F-C-B-C, we on our God-tings
God,
Fooooooooood
F O O D Food food
F O O D Food food
F O O D Food food
Saw you at the buffet
Lunch is best time of day
You are big and I'm small
You're
[Greg Nice]
G-O-L-D gold and I've been told
It's too hot to hold you can get it sold
In the summer heat in the winter cold
Fourteen karat gold won't
Oh, it can't be G.O.O.D music my Grammy Family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now I'm hoppin' out the limo or either the Lam be
But you
to the world, by G O D
Shine that light on me, put that light on me
Cause I was sent to the world, by G O D
[verse 2]
I was a born loser, I was a born sinner
Now
Gangster wärt
Kaufen eure Fans noch mehr
Aber Nein. So ein Star zu sein ist nur temporär
Und du denkst im ernst, du bist jetzt endlich wer
E-K-O, D-O
D.O.S, D.O.S
He fucking dead on sight
D.O.S, D.O.S
Faggot got gun downed in a fight
D.O.S, D.O.S
He fucking dead on sight
D.O.S, D.O.S
Faggot got gun
eighteen shots, seven shots
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah nigga, yeah
Yeah, (gimme gimme gimme gimme)
Fucker (what)
(Yo it's the) G.O.D. Father Point Three
O L D
Every bitch that's coming for me
And you
B R O K E
How you old don't got money like?
O L D
Yeah bitch you
O L D
Ew you
O L D
How you old
Держи открытыми глаза
D.O.G ! D.O.G!
Держи открытыми глаза
D.O.G! D.O.G!
Держи открытыми глаза
D.O.G ! D.O.G!
Держи открытыми глаза
D.O.G ! D.O.G!
Я
Держи открытыми глаза
D.O.G ! D.O.G!
Держи открытыми глаза
D.O.G! D.O.G!
Держи открытыми глаза
D.O.G ! D.O.G!
Держи открытыми глаза
D.O.G ! D.O.G!
Я
I'm a little O.D.D
Most people really don't get me
I'm the girl in the back of the class
Blank stare, don't care, don't ask
I'm a little O.D
Thinking of a way to end your sorrow?
What happens now?
You just gotta hold your ground
E.V.E.R.Y.B.O.D.Y.
(Everybody rules)
E.V.E.R.Y.B.O.D
Quanto mais agente fode mais ela quer o D'StreeT
mais ela quer o D'StreeT
Quanto mais agente fode mais ela quer o D'StreeT
é o Braz que ta no Beat
Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
Verse One:
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't
Its S.O.D because these bitches love initials
Im official can't catch me without my pistol
Bend it over bitch show me that lil dipper
Kill
Who’s in control
God’s in control
Ambassadors yeah
G-O-D yeah (Oohh)
He’s our King
Our mission’s not complete (Complete)
Ambassadors yeah
G-O-D yeah
mode
Me and me, god mode
It's me vs. me
G.O.D.M.O.D.E, god mode
It's me vs. me, god mode
It's me and me, god mode
It's me vs. me
G.O.D.M.O.D.E, god mode
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