Lyrics:
G get money, you know I gotta pay homage to the king of Chicago, Kanye, what up
I'm feeling godly, I'm on a whole nother level, I'm really not close
Maybe not better than sex
A little less
Inner grade
That I gave
To my inner G
An F
The very last F I had left
All I want
Is bitch and a blunt
Type, but
and Martin Lawrence
I can't do that because I'm true to the G-Style
I'm still hustling
I'm still smoking weed wild
Just some hustlers that really don't buy
even trying
Going deep, I know that pussy for me cuz she always tell me it's mine
Moving discreet, know that we keeping it G
Nobody making a sound
Said
starting jotting on the leaf note
Since Jordan been leaping from the free throw
Ride my own wave get my peacoat
Love God, hate sin thats the G-Code
All
d'largent on paie pas
(Hehe yai me blesser, yai me blesser. Doupi papillon Mori papillon, placali 200 derangore)
On l'appelle, il arrive, une transac 32g
threes
Party all the time, and put strippers on they knees
You know I'm know to turn up, been keepin' it g
You like him so much then why you fuckin wit me
Jon Enko p3 sika na gyimi wo ho
Eduro anadwo a yaso vpn
Yaso 3G data nagger wo gyimii
P3 sika p3 sika p3 sika p3 sika na wo gyimi
Yeah yeah
Boys nda oo
was over seas
Getting mad love they didn't even know the g
When we roll up like smokers
Have them man looking all bogus
And life ain't sweet like roses
and Pete
Niggas joke really going to be
Saying Nager before the G Gracie
Now for the record let's get it right
See I've had money all my life
Maybe not
Rock Balenciaga just to sleep
TLC on this block, I'ma creep
Let's see if that bitch really sleep
Put a drum and a switch on the G
Put a sixty-three
Saint-Malo dormait)
Et les radios chantaient (et les radios chantaient)
Un truc qui m'colle encore au cœur et au corps
Gloria (G.L.O.R.I.A)
Gloria
it out, let it bang
You reppin South side
Let me hear you fuckin say it
We goin global till everybody know the fuckin name
G.H.D let me hear you
everyone can see
You my love, you my best friend and You my G
No me without you, no you without me
It's SAUCE PRINCE not THOMAS so no DOUBTING
This love is
don't want her my bad
G et yo money up nigga why you lookin' so sad
Yeah we about pop off
All these niggas lookin' lame they wearin' knock offs
All these
J'avance avec Sins g a n et Johnny six
peace patrice lumumba Malcolm x
Dhl peace bagdad peace
Chez nous y'a plus de blondes aux yeux bleus que de bombes
really even wanna know what time it is
ALX is here to tell you what rhyming Is
Yeah I got, seven angels like the G that I be
The church of the streets you
came I noticed I been out here surfin'
My wave, my wave
Walking on water and running on waves (Waves)
Tapped in to my energy (G)
I been getting higher
all in the book
'Member the sacrifices that all of you took
A B C D E F G
Roll up this green it comforts me
Don't come for me
I'm in my own world
Put
splurge a lil soon
I pray for my father and pity the fool
Who try me and think I ain't stuck wit it too
Before I D.I.E living life B.I.G.
Fuck a lil story
my spot, but I know niggas barely decent
If you my bro & I give you my last, don't pay it back, no you can keep it
& that's G shit
Chasing that
I L L E
You know we downtown or the Atown gettin L I V E
If you wanna try me
Pistol by me
Heat in all my seats
Shooters around
Hunt you down G
left me. Filling me with regret g
They claim no man left behind I guess they just forget me
I den felt used, abused from who claim to be the realist
putes
Il est Midnight sur ma g shock je suis en batterie faible et il me reste plus qu’une clope
Je tire sur mon pilon je crache mes poumons parfois quand
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