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Yeah
Ey, ey, ey
Eyo, shout-out SD man
Diego what's poppin'
The MasQ I see you
I been nigga
Uh, yeah
Niggas is hatin' me
Bitches is praisin' me
The Gs

Spread the word, yeah, I'm countin' them Gs (Gs)
Spread the word, niggas rack no cheese (no cheese, huh?)
Spread the word, everybody know me (Sosa, baby)

Für die real motherfucking Gs
Egal, ob Frühaufsteher oder nachtaktiv
Für meine Mahmuds, Akhos, Bratkos
Amigos mit Bengalos, alte Schule, Veteranos

smugglin keys I gotta hustle if I want to keep on stackin them Gs

I got the feds takin notes all day and night they’re snappin pictures and I bet u that

textes, on dirait j'suis au hebs (oh)

Eh-eh, écouté par les Gs (les Gs)
Les criminels ce qui osent pas dire "Amen" à l'église
Début de migraine quand

Hun vil dans' hele natten

Hun er klar på ting vi ikk' må, må

Hun elsker real Gs, som bryder loven

Jeg si'r: "Så la' os gå, gå"

Og hun vil

D-Block, GS9, nigga, get it straight
Got the semi and the fully on me
Gloves, mask and a hoodie on me
Case we need to steal a V, I got the pully on me
I

dollar girl (Uh)

Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody's looking for something

I got no time

on the heat
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me?
They wanna see me bleeding

How

Fang' an, yeah, oh, yeah
Püh, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Ma, ja, ja, ja
Ghetto-Gs im Tesla, guck, Bro
Fast Money, fast Cash, ja, ja, ja

Yeah, oh
Selam 
Selam 
Selam 
Selam, Choya 

Ghetto-Gs in 'nem Benz, selam ya khoya
Ich sitze im VIP-Bereich und trinke Soda
Meine Gang ist

dvesto giga

Skáčem na plyn, yeah skáčem na plyn, yeah
Skáčem na plyn, yeah ja a moji Gs, yeah
Skáčem na plyn, yeah skáčem na plyn, yeah
Skáčem na plyn,

in sauce
Big dripper mans paid of course
Locked in with the Gs, I'm tipsy
Bare pinky's let it rain in more
If I'm late to my show
That's cool, tell

Don't fuck with my Gs, ah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Giza, dakun ma jen ri iya
I'm smokin' Sativa
Sexy mamacita
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Giza, my music travel no visa

Certified with the O.Gs, I can make a fuck nigga bleed
I don’t fuck with them weirdos, solid since I was a little kid
Certified with the O.Gs, I can make

lados 

Casi no me dejo ver 

Porque estamos concentrados 

La feria no tarda en caer


Real gs 

no digas nada 

Real gs 

cuidan mi espalda 

Real gs

niggas making statements
My Gs got blades in cases
Us man are raising strangers
Wake up with paper chasing plans for the morning G
Your niggas making

Remember Bezzle had that mink in July, Fur dope colors
Man that was a cold summer
All my Gs really down, no we gon' come up
Show 'em how it gets done

Working eighty hour weeks
All grind no sleep
Motivated with the money tree
In the hood they call it moving keys
Getting closer to the hundred gs

Yo le meto más cabrón
Cuando pienso en ti
En el party to la niñas
Están enamoradas de mi
Duro es mi reggaeton
Duros son mis 'Gs'
Bby tu me tienes

You see I’m back in the booth and I’m back with fire
Have the queen on some 50 rolls but my iPhone notes gon take me higher
Got my Gs always

Giro con i gs in giro per strada
In giro fino a tardi, facciamo nottata
Figa quella sneaker non l'avevo notata
Ma alla fine quella te la sei paccata?

worth it, worth it
Ndirikutsvaga mariiii mareeee
Mari Mari Mari yepepa
If you’re feeling the vibe, simuka tamba
Anytime is alright ,winter summer
Nema Gs

Offline, offline, no quiero conversar
Unos Gs en el bolsillo y topline, yeah, me voy a borrar
Offline, offline, yeah, modo avión, no flight
No quiero