Lyrics:
Yuh
I don't give a fuck about any of the rules
Yuh
I deal drugs thats my motherfuckin' tool
Yuh
Pull up with the sticks
10 Gs on my wrist
10 Gs on my
This is for my Gs in Gidi 'N' in London
Real bredas from the South
From the East
From the west
From the North
Lemme see you put your hands up
Real slums
Why you think they call a nigga ky
Only reason Ian go on a speed
Couple Gs
Come fuck wit me
We can't lock in why you think they call a nigga ky
I was
Got your, Bitch with the Ps (Got your bitch with the Ps)
Riding, dirty with the Gs (Riding dirty with the Gs)
Hanging, 37 with the Ds (37 with
war (dem, was da war
Wir haben die Welt gesehen
Weinten Zuhause unsere letzten Tränen (Tränen)
Von Refugees zu Ghetto-Gs
Aus Refugees wurden
My gs up, these girls out & if a chick can’t swim she gon drown yeah, rather surf on money than surf crowds, we been saying we them niggas well
Its Thxnder
Bawoni
We them Gs
My man are trying to make money
That's my queen, my honey
Yh you no say me stay lovely
I'm that guy, I'm so fly. Yeah
face like he John Cena
I’m meaner
I was on the mains with the gs
Got like 20k in the jeans
Bro invested in machines
With sweets
I was on the mains with
inna di street
cau you know we go dweet
Affi make a million dawg if a million leads
den a million Gs
Respect every.... hustler inna di street
cau
baile
Alô Gs” me manda a locali
Mais de seis Tracks feita no freestyle
Passa no extra me traz uma sprite
Tô levando a Codeín
Mais de 100 mil na benz
Kidatomic, yhea you know
Kid.A drop the bass
Ey
Took one for the team
I'll take some for my Gs
Took an L and I bounce back
Living life on my feet
nosotros hacemos lo que tenemos que hacer
Hablamos poco y decimos lo justo
Vos sabes siempre callao
Escucha
G´s up
G´s up
G´s up
Original gangsta ok
Vos
Chorus 1
Accidently
speedy gonnsalez
I go off mentally
run up the cash, showin off
they gon know the inner me
I now what’s meant to be
So my gs
(Chorus)
Said I came thru looking like a g with my gs thats a madders
Hate on I how could you that a sadders
Teams got expensive drip
And I don’t
Mos përmeni beef jo
We still in the streets, bro
Always surrounded by Gs, oh
Po folin për kilos nuk i njoh my enemies jo
Don’t know 'em, but they
alone my peeps be ride or die (gs)
Leave me alone now, alone now
Alone my shit be certified (what)
Leave me alone don't want to talk about it (what)
Leave
underground
Berlin není underground
Uh uh, uh uh, buďto budu stále down (Down)
Málo MCs cenim já (Já)
Tyhle zmrdi jedou hard (Hard)
Uh uh, uh uh, tyhle Gs jsou
moviendo Ki ki los contando los gs gs gs
muévanse de aquí qui qui estoy subiendo mi ki ki ki
Los muertos apestan , (haaaaa)
mi equipo cuando es recio se
Really wanna hold this stack (Hold it)
Really wanna hold this stack
Really wanna hold this stack (Hold it)
My yung Gs wanna do that
My yung Gs gonna
I Put My Mind On The Grammys cll Day.
cll Day!
Me I Want This, Like Want Lisa,
Oh I Want This Gs Like I Want Lisa,
cll Night Chasing Cash
Focus
Smoking crystals you can take it I be drinking Hennessy
I aint on no fake shit I be round real Gs
Six aint gotta fake shit
Put me in a spaceship
You know I
I've been trackin' Gs all damn day
Man, let me know where you at, I'm on the way
Boy, you ain't got your money, boy, you cannot run my way
Try to run
1-2-3-4-5-6 G´s
Ihr seid Wannabes
Wir sind in den Streets
cugen Rot wie Rubin
Für Kohle kämpfen wie ein Mudschahedin
Kein 9-5 Job, meine Gegend
I don't want no bitch, I love my hoes
I'm on a paper chase, I stack my dough
Stay up in your place, you not my foe
Ain't got no Gs, so how is you my
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