Lyrics:
para ti
Lo prendo, y bebo entro con tos mis gs
Le veo y quiero ya no puedo salir
Ando ciego por el club
Buscando donde estás tú
Sigo cargando esa cruz
Cruising through the streets of EPT
Tell me are you down to ride w me
Top down with my Gs
Taking in the breeze
Candy paint we keep it clean
(Repeat)
only thing
Care is the benjamin's
All this drip way too lit
And my bitch she way too lit
And my lifestyle way too lit
All my niggas way too lit
Double gs
of fiends
Tryna push u into dem deals
Loads of screams
Bany mamas stucks into dem bills
Roads full of gs
Tryna get out of the street
With the deal
É O Reina, Segue O Pique Vai!
Ae GS, O Rei do Beat
Oh Menina Louca, Deixa Eu Te Falar
Menina Maluca, deixa Eu Te Contar
Essa pegada é nova, você vai
ter subestimado
[GS]
E eu gosto do Golpe Super
Guerras sempre ganho
Gustavo Soares
derruba o sistema
Garoto foda sempre
bato e não apanho
I'm in my bag like a duffle
Double gs on the belt buckle
Damn I wanna cuddle
Just tryna be a cute couple
Keep a side like a stunt double
About my
тупо за***сь но это не грайм.
е**ть ты лох. е**ть ты лох. е**ть ты лох
е**ть ты лох. е**ть ты лох. Ага, ага
е**ть ты Леха, типа тут GS,
Много в раунде
Ya Double shots (Plaow)
I'm double drinking
Double dukers
Withdraw
Im Double fiendin
Double pieces
Doubled up off a couple gs
See I'm just
all on me
I got them double Gs on me
I'm rockin Balmain jeans
I remember we was broke and never could afford those things
Now I'm illuminated
?
Fola npe oun fe femi
She wan smoke loud in a Bentley
My money makes her act Friendly
She said she wants my D
Now she wants my Gs
Whine your waist
the buzz
Reach for Greatness
Thats me
All day in the Chi on beats
Came through
To plant seed
In the minds of my people in need
This for my hustlers
The Gs
city, why these kids dyin
Tryna keep my mama smilin anything but cryin
If I ever get a bag I'ma feed my Gs
Cause they the ones who held me down I was down
Came up on ACs & deets, from a teen been stacking them notes
I was tryna see all the Gs them eat 'cos they're stuck on them roads
No love for police,
gotta go
Oh
Yeh
When i open up yeah I’m a little deep
I roll up a one to help me get to sleep
Dreaming ‘bout making figures with my Gs
Spin round
Parka look bionic so fluorescent you could spot me
So far it's looking good
Palm Angel's got like 10gs in my palm
1896 trunk straight from louis vitton
Real Gs move in silence
Omerta the code, we dont talk about it
I got that Iron on me, no it aint metallic
45, slant a nigga like italics
I got them
remind ya
Real gs move
In silence lasagne
When we ain't have
Shit They decline us
Now them labels
Wanna sign us
(Woah)
Bitch I'm winning yes indeed
I got
hard but you went and switched
Fuck around with real Gs
How the fuck you gonna try and try and fuck me
Fuck around with AKs
How the fuck you an op when
When I fall would u catch me
If get some smoke would you even back me
When Gs act anti would you be there to understand me
Only plan A I don't plan
you've lost me
Why am I always dark?
Why am I always dark?
Why am I always dark?
GS never BS, would you really wanna be us
Are you in or out or just some
you know
I can’t correct my faults up in my section
(HOO HOO)
Can’t see through the smoke
Couple gs in the air can’t breathe
I don’t get peace no more
write
Went from mic check 1, 2 to getting more than 1 or 2 big checks from mic
Got a check for 10 Gs
Then I got a few more Gs
Then I got a check for 10 Gs
with the brown bag
A lot of wanna be Gs with a keypad
Always kept it real with myself
I’m the greatest truth be told
Don’t wanna be nobody else
Look,
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