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The L-rd, The G-d, of Israel, ya
He's so holy, and he's so true
Had but one, one begotten son
Sent to die, our L-rd, for me and you
Praise his name
cash
When you make this ego
Life go sweet pass mango
Anywhere funds go man go
I dey this capital
We dey lookup to men like jazzy
I tell my blood
Gd btw
the block and you know what I do
See me in the block and you know what I do
GD with no manners
Every music is a banger!
All these niggas steady hating on me
Vengo del Sol
pero no está tan caliente
Bitch la maldad suele ser intermitente
GD the cup, 'tamos volando este géiser
Soy un cabron, pero el que al
GutVet Zain Gut
Think only of G-d thoughts and it will be G-d
Let go, let go and let G-d
me, at least twice a week
And I wanna never see it coming!
Oh g-d, holding this in won't help
But what if I tell you and then
You decide I'm still more
on my tequila
Smoking on my reefa
Mmm Yh we Gd up
Yh we Gd up
Big jeep truck
She jus want to fuck
Nah man
I can't Heartbroke
My heart all struck
White
Mayne I got the big bank roll
Fuck a broke hoe, Mayne I’m G’d up Head to da toe
Mayne I got da shoe polo, Adidas shell toe
Or I’LL even rock da Louis
Yo ,It's your man
GD ON THE MIC/47
ਜਦੋਂ ਸੰਤਾਲੀ ਚੱਲੇ, ਚੱਲੇ, ਸੀਧਾ automatic,
ਜੱਦ ਮੈਂ step ਕਰਾ’ਨ, gd on the mic, ਔਰ-ਓ-panic,
ਹੋਗੇ ਸਾਰੇ, ਬੋਹੋਟ ਓ
with the GD, the blood in the crib, No, I don't bang, cause I'm leadin' my ship
Mainly be solo, I'm up out the mix, Gotta show love, cause you get what
huh)
Zilly Z I'm from the FCT (uh huh)
With me President Zik (uh huh)
Repping AV down to BHP (uh huh)
Boy I'm G'd up from my head to my feet (uh huh)
Big
and C's
That's Bloods and Crips
Can't forget GD's
Pause the track for a second
I just wanna say thank you
All this money I made
I don't wanna be
A bizzle fa' shizzle
G'd up in Snoop Dogg clothing
[Chorus: x2 Little Joe (Layzie)]
Smokin' on information
(Real niggaz do real thangs)
We're smokin'
A bizzle fa' shizzle
G'd up in Snoop Dogg clothing
[Chorus: x2 Little Joe (Layzie)]
Smokin' on information
(Real niggaz do real thangs)
We're smokin'
espaço
Fui pousar logo no seu abraço (vem pra cá, vem pra cá, Jorge & Mateus!)
(Bom demais, GD!)
Não era pra ser, mas foi
Agora não tem depois
turning 'round
We do the best we can
But as we pray to G-d for help
We still live man to man
We lift our eyes to the mountaintops
Wondering where help will
poems, now I got them all snapping (Ooooo)
Say it to your face if it all happened, yeah
I've been g'd up feeling like a boss (You know)
Yeah we did it all
Ani auni vevyone. Hashem yashav li. Ezrati, umafalti, atau.
As for me, I am poor and destitute. Hashem my G-d will think about me. My help, my
rappin' now
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about what you think, bitch
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I
Short little cute thing
With a pinky diamond ring
She was iceless
My game was so priceless
Givin her a facial
I was G'd up
From the feed up
Pushin
speak to the hatas (they mad at me)
House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me)
Stay G'd up sharp as a razor (they mad at me)
Guess they
And momma cry, why my bills won't get paid
If I have to I'ma send cheese from blows
Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GD's or foes
Workin' the spot
it out
Ion give a fuck what dis bitch nigga bout
Issa gd party we gone bring 'em out
Imma country baby bitch im thugged out
Big steppa you aint
a drug dealer
should stuck to plan
im g'd up kicking my feet up rolling my weed up
all eyes on me
Verse
i never lose my moves cause lord is who i
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