Lyrics:
game
Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in the morning don't even
For sure, lil' one
I know what you're goin' through to shine
Niggas pullin' off all type of shit
But, look: if you don't know what you're doin'
attention
40 talk like E.F. Hutton... shhhh, people listen
Man that boy there right there be clownin he do the foo!
Hustle Charlie water that playa there
would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone Mountain
Give a fuck about these haters man
I'm
money multiplied
Down and dirty hooked up with my phones
Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
And we blow big candy cane
Playa hattin dirty
money multiplied
Down and dirty hooked up with my phones
Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
And we blow big candy cane
Playa hattin dirty
a dollar and I got ghost
They was in a Regal I was in a Monte Carlo
Pissin' on they CDs thought they really wanted beef
Now they back there bleedin' from
money multiplied
Down and dirty hooked up with my phones
Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
And we blow big candy cane
Playa hattin dirty
and I'll win for Unova!
Serena out of all your rivals
Gotta know that I'm the best (The best)
Always pushin' you to succeed
I'm the true test
Don't worry
Carlo
Pissin on they CDs thought they really wanted beef
Now they back there bleedin from they head to they stanky feet believe it
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
[Wyclef]
Ladies N gents
Back by popular demand
Its the G&B with Carlos Santana
[Product g&B]
Li we in up in here its not a game no more
You
parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop
Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way
parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop
Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way
racks boy I feel like Serena
Know imma boss just by my demeanor
Hot as a heater iced out like a freezer
Her pussy wet boy it feel like Katrina
She did
saying
This beat knock the paint off the walls
This one for my dawgs
We running it up by any means any way
No way I'll run from the law
Serena and Lilly
money multiplied
Down and dirty hooked up with my phones
Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
And we blow big candy cane
Playa hattin dirty
Fuck that job bitch i been scamming ever since
If That don't work then i'ma drop on a brick
If i buy ten he better front a nigga six
If he say no we
close
Do you really want to meet Carlos?
Do you really want to feel my wrath?
Mad 'cause your bitch want my aut-o-graph
Nigga I don't want to fuck yo' hoe
Don’t Buy A Chain Unless Is Made By TV Johnny
My Candy Painted Thang Is TWO Times Better Than Your Audi
And When I Pop My Trunk You see The Parkin Lot
real playa shit
Huh
I'm the tool man and these ghetto bitches ratchet
Put Serena on mute. I ain't tryna hear no racket
I'm a Wizard with my cards. Damn,
you really wanna meet Carlos?
Do you really wanna feel my wrath?
Mad cuz your bitch want my aut-o-graph
Nigga I don't wanna fuck yo' hoe
But I'll let
To the afterparty
You got me feeling like a VIP
Señorita, cómo estás
Don't you want to hit the hotel suite?
Vamos a la playa, ven conmigo guapa
Esta noche yo
Ladies and gents
Back by popular demand
It's the G&B with Carlos Santana
And a we, we, we, we're dirty dancin'
(To my people in the front)
Don't you want to hit the Hotelsuite
Eh Señorita, go!
(Ba Ba Ba) Aha Aha
(Ba Ba Ba) Let's go, Baby!
(Ba Ba Ba) Okay (Ba Ah!)
Vamos a la playa ven
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