Lyrics:
Kai
Death to Alt-Right
Nazis just might
Give you a reason to coil
But you're spoiled
Like an old carton of milk
You might end up on the side
Of it
my Bible's my next clip
I worship and praise the G, you step to me and you get checked quick
See you dealin with a Saved thug
And when I put on my
x2]
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into
(Chorus)
[PD]
I took rap by the throat & locked it
P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
Keith]
Bout it bout it, like Master P, makin money G
No time for promos, get paid when I MC
You know my feeling, I'm dealing, with tracks so
Sarajevo
But I make sure their albums make a peso
Dashie's getting slammed by snow
6 inches on the western portion, it'll blow
If I were a Monstercat artist,
happy with a G, I wanna get
H, i, j, k, l, m, n, o, p
I remember saying that when I was 3
I used to say J, K, minna minna P
My teacher that taught me my
Album : Ulteam - 2021- artiste : 140G
Mix mastering by Syzee - Zone 33
Prod : Banksy Beats
he's down with us
Julio G he's down with us
Sway and King Tech, are down with us
Makin funky music is a must... I'm number one! *one echoes*
People
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
Poppin' down P, I ain't drinking cheap shit
It's G and Too $hort, every bar, gotta bleep it
Album 25 it's the pimp tape
Asked the OG, how long did this
on G's bitch I only do it for the P's
And I ain't never goin broke man I put that shit on me like dang
Breezy really stuck up in his ways I got a 7.62 my
album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are
I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin
and quarter pounds down to ozones
(Who you?) I'm Dat Nigga, D-A to the Z (uh-huh)
A motherfuckin' playa, for the D-P to the G
Connectin' lyrics like dot
of the hardest artists in the world
Freedom of speech got me preaching to every G on the street
We got to eat so fuck the P.D. three striking me
Not liking me want
like yours that
Left no space for a breather
Then Skepta comes around
With a flow that breaks down
More times than a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra
To book Skepta
ayy, fuck with me and get some money (Montana)
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money (G-Eazy, han!)
Ayy, yeah, fuck- skrt, skrt!
Lighters up,
to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was the same
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, A-$-A-P
I come from The Bay where the cuddies say "Yee"
Touchdown
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
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