Lyrics:
Dealing cards, fake IDs, we be going off
Whip the Benz, foreign cars, we be down by law
Flip the smoke, burn it off, we be rolling raw
Making bread, keep it
A.D. ] A musical flow
That makes you say ho
[ Almighty K.G. ] With a fresh rap style
To make you go wild
[ Grandmaster Caz ] Cold Crush
[
Situations change
But I swear it's still synonymous
Got the beat from Mass
Signed sincerely by Anonymass
Aye
Real G's move in silence
All that shit
on the grind that's 3 g's
Bad network but I still got bars on my phone like sweeties
Moses Bop, Moses Bop
Better know that the grind don't stop
The clocks don't
the Big C Rae and Ghostface
Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth
Verse Three: U-God
The rap scar is on rap chrome
Put it on seal it on,
Until she's all played out
Have her friends sayin' "Damn girl, you Mac Dre'd out!"
chorus
verse 3:
At the drop of a dime, I can rhyme a tight rap
Yeah this is for my G's
That be riding up high
Looking haters in they eyes every
Time they pass by just keep it G, keep it G
Tell them you ain't even
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
glow
Throw a G stack on a mean ass
'Cause she's always climbing the pole
I cannot be touched on this rap shit
If we go to war hit the mattress
Wiping his
covered
Want a jewel, don't be cruel
It's authentic, don't be fooled
By these phony accusations
Backlash and slanders
Front, and they put pits in ya
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
Die G dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
The tip of his dick
Biggie Smalls with the Wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggas split like bananas
Flavour like
Fuck mumble rap
Uh dubba dubba that, shit is hot garbage
I ain't bumping that
Drugs and some tats
Now you call yourself a rapper
Wrap it up
We've had
bag money
[Mami]
Let's do this, baby
[Kool G. Rap]
After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, many mansions out in
a plush Jetta
Or an Audi, a Benz, or a Jaguar
You didn't think G. Rap was going that far
I'm here to tell of, because you thought I fell off
And now
and the rap Jason's enemies leave gushing
Murdering with the heat, produced by tone beatz
B-I-G Bailey, I do my own thing
That's why you must clone me to get
she got a knack for my raps
That's a fact
Inspired her to dance in the show rooms
I say I don't do it for the profit
But if it comes with it, then
Cool G Rap and Polo
Back again
What?
This is poison so be alert and cautious
Those who act courageous you will get nauseous
Infected
Fleck
I’m the rap Jersey Devil, but ain’t finna ride with Three 6
It’s a fatal mistake though, if you try with me, bitch
'Cause even agnostics are finna
here, blue strips by the thousands (thousands)
We count it (Yes, sir), then re-count it
Loose lips sink ships, I ain't drown yet
Don't know what niggas
polej
3W rap hipisi z własnym rock 'n' rollem
Albo kupujesz to meloman albo zawiń przed sklep
3W nie tani przekręt
Dekadę sławi tę grę
9 razy LP
the money, two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize, niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God, check the prognosis: is it real or showbiz?
My
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about
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