Lyrics:
to chill Look around, I smell beer Model chicks in the club, call 'em bitch with no fear Big booties and tits, sex-style underwear Hot pants G
Smartphone in der Hand wie ein Mann An meine Haare lass’ ich keine Frauen ran wie ein Mann Finger weg, Sinan-G: vom Haschticker zum Knastkicker Wie ein Mann
que ca me fait mal aux g'noux J' peux pas travailler assis ca me fait mal au coccis Aujourd'hui, le Directeur Des Galeries Lafleur M'a offert une
G-strings when I spit Blacker days, would've got lynched for this shit Would've got whipped for this shit Now I push a German Whip on a bitch Now
Everytime I think bout Biggie I was jugging in that Coogi The streets'll never be the same Let's keep it G, snitching at all the time high, make it hard
with a nice set of hands G for real I put the H on the map Talk s*** bitch I'ma get a case on that F*** rap I done put 'em in they place on that I'm
the blind man could see quite clear The way she whines it gives me nightmares Find har G-spot and touch har right there Wah pop off di clothes she a wear
enjoying it Yea I'am not going to point a "K" at a magazine Because of what someone say in a magazine I can..pull out my chain yellin 'Bada Bling' Or on a G
Brabant Want daar brandt nog licht Ik mis hier de warmte Van een dorpscafé De aanspraak van mensen Met een zachte G Ik mis zelfs het zeiken Op
Make way for a motherfucking gangsta, loc'd up G'd up At all motherfucking times homeboy, real talk Get it how you live jack, (it's a Big E beat) I
Dick, es ist Kollegah, der Boss, Shootingstar wie der Todesstern Wenn der Schutzgeld kassierende Untergrund-G nicht grad Brust-, Schwanz- und
zittert beim Sex, denn mein Dick ist ein fettes Teil wie die Lippe von Wesley Snipes Ich bin ein G, der zwar eloquent spricht Doch deine blutjunge
sie möchte gern Gs ficken Ich geh mit Statussymbolen durch Armutsregionen Deine Wannabe-G-Kollegen sind nur Schmalspurganoven Labern von mords den
In the summer, rock the vest set, Salmon Kani Flex the three-quarter cream Fi's We're summer seam G's, steamed red snapper, Vietnamese Catch a case,
ich am Schreibtisch sitze Digitalwaage, 100g ergeben 30 Füchse Ey und früher, da war es durchaus üblich, für Tage Nich' genügend im Magen und im
libra' de mari' Esto es un party sucio al estilo de Plan B Slow, ya que la luz se apagó Ese G-String brilla, es lo mejor Igual que como brilla la
a rapper homie, I'm just a G How the fuck can they love me If they out there in the streets, talking down mayn How they fuck can they love me If they
more them gray skies Girl we flying on the G5 And I'm leavin' never looking back again? So call you shawty and tell him you found a new man The one
fools can't move off that Mary Freddie G never miss a beat It might sound like I'm simping Y'all might just say I'm tripping But you know a player
Useless for me to see a lady Unless she can be my A - n - g-e-l (l-l-l) Ah [verse 1:] This one looks nice to try I like the way she fits my eye So
little nigga ? Sip some Reeseling, been lowed up since my feet swing And my p wing like it's a G thing Two Ls nigga, we in the house, rock a decent
Started out at Kinko's Ten years later out to Vegas on a G4 The seats bucket when we puff puff pass Passports in my luggage got my beats on smash Attitude
fall A lot of hoes give me they numbers but I never call A real o.g. look at v.i.p. and see a nigga ball Then after we hit the club baby then I'm
start. Ku' ik' g hurtigt nok. Jeg tog dig ind og lod dig bli', en del af min familie. Forelsket i en lgn, hvor var det rart. Havde fundet ro i min
Discuss these g.s Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In