Lyrics:
like what you 'bout?
She came through and she fucking for the clout
When we fuck, man, pull that G-string down south
Get smoked like Juul, boy, you
the digitals
Brought home, comprende, the G knows
You chase girls whose heads full of rainbows
Nothin' made sense 'til he busted out the saxophone
SOH!
N-A-V-I-G-A-T-E 感じのキーパンチから始まりハイトーンボイス
ここに参上 みんなで唄いましょう!
わかりますよ 僕だってそう いくつもこの胸に
しまっていたけどやっぱ今日 みんなでふざけ ここにおいてこう
さあいこう MIDORI色の旗のもとに集え
a baby in my cot
I’ma slay and when I’m done I’ll need a mop
The sloppy toppy get me ready to sleep
I been out here mobbing, it’s unsettling, G
I need
escuchar que opinas tú
Díselo a otro con quien tengas similitud
Cuz yo no soy y seré
Duele ver a G en tu tele
Cuesta estar a estos niveles
Muchos quieren
for real I caught something down my throat
I still keep it G though when everybody don't
Cause we still keep it real though when everybody won't
Woo!
rośnie mi kolekcja
Koleś nie zna ale szumi
Już wyjmuje swój pistolet zaraz chce przykręcać tłumik
Myślę sobie kto to jest 50 Cent G Unit
Rappers Talent
Chłopaki znalazłem
Jeest zasięg! Jedna kreska, ale jest
4G, LTE
Ee, jednak nie ma
I żyję tu, na cyfrowym głodzie, jak jakiś Piast
Jak jakiś Piast Kołodziej
krzepiące
Pod wstążkami wiatr od wyschłych rzek
A także skrzypkowie i fleciści
Którzy dbają aby ton był czysty
Oni strzegą arii Bacha na strunie G
No i ma
hand on the bible
One hand on the gun when I hop on a beat nigga
If they put up 50, we move as a unit
Come show us you G, nigga
Are you ready? Yeah, are
mi s'oke!
Oluwa Millionaire
Oluwa gbe mi s'oke!
Omo G XG!
Omo GOD XG!
Omo get the Money!
Owomideo Money!
Ogaranya aku na uba kam bu!
Osisi na-ami ego
không có đi sai đâu
Bảo vệ em khỏi đêm buồn chán anh thuộc đội G.I. Joe
Anh có một ý là uống hết ly rồi ta lên ban công
Hai đôi môi quấn chặt cho đến khi
if you touch a day one
See me when my team up, enemies gon' come
Blocking out the haters, young G more then one
Talk too Uriyah, Grind & Pray, that's
Girl imma give you a seven cause seven be dropping it faster
You don't need to pay no mind to no weak shit
Girl imma roll a big L on some G shit
Waves
getting it today
I’m getting my ABCs
All my ABCs
And then you know I’ll sing it all day
All day
E is for effort eee effort
F is for feather fff feather
G is
of a wishing well
Heaven sent, but death's all I smell
So it really feel like I'm in hell
Not much you can see on me
Still I've been thanking G-O-D
Making
want to, boy, that's my shit
G at Gino, JJ mom a teacher, know I got this
Get to rappin' like I'm Drego, but this ain't "Bloxk Party"
Talk to niggas
G hold my Glock, I don't need a holster (uh)
They don't want no smoke, them niggas sober
My lil' niggas gon' score if you leave 'em open (score)
I
shit on me, yeah, uh
Flyer than a bee, but I got no wings, yeah
Higher than my G, he think I'm seventeen, yeah
He think I'm seventeen
That clip hold
mama, mijn zusje, mijn bradda's
Je strest op je dadda
Mikey is boos, hij zit nada
Tot ik pull up met Mikey z'n bradda's
G, ik heb 5 in m'n zak, en 5
ona siada
Zbyt piękny bym dawał jej hajs
Ten wielki co zabiera dech w piersi jak astma
W jeansach G Star śmigam po sklepie
Ona leginsy podciąga pod
even rest (Ah)
Took this street shit corporate, a dab of it, I just balanced it
Authentic, all this G shit I'm talkin', they never challenge it
Where
god damn L O N cùng với signle G
Hiphop là good vibe nên không bao giờ suy
Anh đưa em vào PUB và nó biến thành CLUB
Mình cùng tạo thêm nhiều sản phẩm
pruebes (sí)
Con ese culo me saqué la loto, hago chavos con cojones pero los exploto
Un delincuente con el corazón roto
Te saqué la G Wagon con cincuenta
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