Lyrics:
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys
But he got nicked, see, my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
funny it ain’t cool don’t give me dap
Leave ‘em hanging like he bound by a bungee we ain’t friends
All my real ones all been down like my budget, no
jiggy Stay low with my baby
JBFC that's the navy
Me & my Gs we no lazy
Steady on the grind til the daylit
I gotta get head on a daily
Popping all
drink in the other
Leanin to one side, cooler than a motherfucker
With them gangsta-ass nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane
know we dont get tired
Taking the game by storm so dont be surprised
Since day one I always been the same
And Lil Mike G is my motherfuckin name
With so
Brr)
In the end, it's just some gobble gobble (brr, baow!)
Fly out Paris, fly out Berlin, bitch my life's cos fonny
Bitch this GS monny, not no fuckin'
did
And unfortunately still do
Like you said a big mood
I walked away with no emotion
Just to turn the corner
Into a lonely explosion
By myself
Inside
Shawty wanna come my way
Cause you know that she loving the gs
Big drip
Yeah she be loving the steeze
She won’t do it for you
But she done it for me
at on the lake where the doves at
Cognac is the drink that's drank by Gs
Saggin' like a motherfucka, khakis to they knees
Bitch, please, you know how we do
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off,
know you trippin' (I feel you) Ya heard me? (um-hm)
[murmur] We just sittin' up in here droppin' game about these motherfuckin'...HOS
(HOS?!) That's
small dicks
(Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good
Intro: [The Notorious B.I.G.]
Some Junior Mafia shit right here
We just gonna set it off
We's know the deal
This shit is real
On this end, uh
Shit is
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
I love y'all sorry motherfuckers with all my heart
Gs
Bagg
Big ol racks Big ol racks
You ready
Big ol racks
Big big big ol racks
Big ol racks
Big big
We Love You De-Graft
All the chicks
Wey pull up for my crib
Adey shout you all chale big ups
Monday Tuesday Wednesday
Thursday Friday
Aye chale link
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS
don't get no rich nigga
Give me some head, that'll really piss him off
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
it's time to spray like Ray
And put the freeze on these fake Gs (you know how we do)
Don't make enemies with me (don't, don't-don't)
I try to tell
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