Lyrics:
great hoes
Fuck around with 8 hoes
I put purple sprite in my lemonade
She got things to say, I got things to make
I want Caicos, she just want some cake
Well, we're the freaks of the industry.
My man, Money be , Oh my mellow, Shock G
The freaks of the industry,
And when you see us back stage, be
talking chicken when I nibble on the breastses
Y'all be saying anything you can for attention
Just want a like or a mention
Guess that I'm the only one with
puttin' on
Cirque De Soleil, goin' on and on
I got this money, tell me what you want
For this money, can you drop it low?
Yeah, order more bottles,
that
You wish they never sorted out
That problem you had with that lot
The ones that run the kebab spot
Layer Cake type backdrop
So watch that back now
should start a pod
Ask what I'm making it's a lot
Turn your mom into a thot
Bitch I'm a g for a reason cause I hit her g spot
Drawing blood no clot
Wipe
a motherfuckin' thunder storm
Peoples being killed by the fuckin' tornado
But I didn't run, I'm sittin there loot is at my table
Houses bein' swept up!
Churches
Now introducing Temple's very own, Pat g
Thank you ladies you're far too kind, let's get it
This one right here's for texas, the lonestar
Temple
And you niggas want some shit that I ain't never heard of, uh
They on a tip that I ain't never heard of
And I got the spot jumpin' like the spot is doin'
kitted and
When the squad up on the mountain know we gettin pitted
Boofin in the spot so we gettin Lifted man and you
Knowin we gon get it by the way
later (real water, nigga)
I was chill for a minute, now I'm back on they asses
Now I'm screamin', "Who want smoke?"
I'm at yo' door like a Ring
I come in peace
But I’m bringing that heat
When I’m in the red
Ain’t no man scarier than me
You gotta give me that cake
I can but I don’t wanna wait
Hollywood, ‘cause my game too strong
(Ha, yeah)
Stay by my lonely, you ain’t my homie
Don’t act like you know me, straight up
Tryna get my cake up, off
asleep for two days with my high ass
Live in the moment, sip slow, but I drive fast
We don't believe a word you say 'cause you cry wolf
The spot Gordon
life like
I come in ya spot with the ice bright
Splurge in hotspots, score on dyke night
Spurrin the droptop, all if the price right
Some like Max, some
see me nigga scream out one shot kill
Gotta, spot on my shoe from all the blood we spill
I get it even if I don't want it nigga like free refill
(designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (bitches all bad)
They kicking nigga doors (woohoo!)
I do it by myself (do it by myself)
I split it with the bro's
the spot chasing gaup
By the end of the day got knots
This is why you not team ain't supreme like mine
Dreaming you could be like I
Feining for the seas I
guy yells
Okuda Matata
Name is Uncle G and I'll flick your Uncle G spot
Flow so cold belongs in a crockpot
You think I'm ozone
Oh, wait, I'm not
Good
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
Niggas Out
I had to get back from dem mf scrubs
Dem niggas was begging for clout
Niggas want smoke so i ride wit da hunnid
Lord I'm praying for them
Hey, man
These fuckin' guys scream all of this shit, huh?
They want us to go out and come back in
And start this fuckin' shit all over again,
don't want this shit
bring me back some cash
even dope fiend bitches try to get it for some ass
bitch I don't want no pussy
I don't want no head
I see
Reppin' NYC, til I D-IE (yea, yea)
Rappers testin’ me, they can rest in peace
(yea, yea)
You don't want the smoke, on this M-IC
(no, no) i go by
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