Lyrics:
Woo
Oh yea TG you killed that shit you know what I'm saying
What it is what it ain't what it do man it's your boy JT Bolivar you understand me
And you
on the road like TG Millian
We let that bang like cillit
Bell me yeah we making a classic
So we put all of our eggs in a basket
But the voice in my head won't
Too much weed up in my blunt
I know this shit gone leave me stuck ($tg the gang)
I can't do much without the drugs (okay K$tg)
I act like I don't
at Neim'
I ain't get nothin' from Saks
It's a grown man game
I get your brother whacked
If all this cheese give me a wish
I'll bring Crumbles back
Four
doing the most and I gotta toast
Pull up when ever they see me they ghost
Show in your city and I gotta host
Yeah I’m too wavy for niggas
And I got
if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
'Cause my clique hard and my cup cold
My tongue
T.G T.G wat it do
T.G T.G wat it do
Lil action on the track
Lil action on the track
Dat bat man shawty gon n jig with it
Gone gone gone gone
T.G T.G wat it do
T.G T.G wat it do
Lil action on the track
Lil action on the track
Dat bat man shawty gon n jig with it
Gone gone gone gone
Sought to ensue the bloodlust of your false integrity
Your masses, Sheppard fences will not save you from me
I lick my lips with the taste
T.G T.G wat it do
T.G T.G wat it do
Lil action on the track
Lil action on the track
Dat bat man shawty gon n jig with it
Gone gone gone gone
niggas on TG they some pussy bois
Yeah you know me I'm sir belinskii nice to meet you
Ima tell a story about the night of Jan thirty
There was this one
I'm about to go crazy on 'em
Shout out to that nigga J. Cole, man
One of the only motherfuckers I fuck with
They counted me out, as if God don't
grows old
I just wanna shut down shows and win some MOBO's
And take TY overseas with some throat goats
Fuck the appeal, TG's release date so near
caption Rest in Peace
Qu I got issues man but no one checks on me
Yeah
But no one checks on me
On my mind it's just grind
I get the pen then i write
Im
stopped by the laws
Had they German Sheppard's all in my bags
Talkin' bout they smell weed
They just gotta check don't get mad
Shit a nigga wasn't
bookies
Smoke man like Girl Scout Cookies
Get close to the edge don't push me
Yea Enter the Dragon now Bruce Lee
Never take another hit on the doobie
want it
I want it so bad that I cant ease up, like weed wanted by Wiz Khalifa
you would think im burned out before I freeze up man look
how bad you want
(Prime TG fuck up the industry)
(Prime TG fuck up the industry)
Don't get me perplexed we comin' for necks
(Don't get me perplexed we comin' for
at every show
Keep a big ol bank roll on me
And I’m about to let it
Go go go
I’ll never be broke no more
Real Big stepper nigga
Don’t make me kick your door
I've sold?
Heard your man on the road doing promo
You might see me at parties with room full of rappers
But I really don't wanna to go though
I was
Followed by a series of unfortunate events
Looking like white America got a brother again
And what's life like for me, it's but a dream
Everything ain't
weather
This a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller
I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready
down though, y'all can
'cause we 'bout to change the game
Can you feel that?
If you really wanna change the game let me hear ya say 'ohh yeah'
Haha, I
Deep in her guts
I don't gotta show it
Anti social
She already know it
All about you
And I gotta stay focused
Me and you can't get caught
In the moment
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