Lyrics:
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Yeah I'm too G and I won't fold on my soul (On me)
I'mma fix my teeth and get some golds (On G-O-D)
And I got a notebook full of goals (On G-O-D
Speed with the bluff,
Things you love,
The chronic buzz,
Hustler-d with it cuz,
K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G
Drunk in this bitch, get drunk in this
can be damn sure
I'm probably
Retarded to a degree,
Screwing with these
Gears in my D O M E
I mean O M G
I'm a god with the flow in these,
Slow ass
my G's
2 Colossal, the dream
Skoze, Lowko, Gully, Sniper
Can't forget Beenie G
No we can't forget cah
Started making that madness
Started making them
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
the G.O.A.T
They call me the G.O.A.T
Peep the position I hold
It's like I went under oath
They call me the G.O.A.T
They call me the G.O.A.T
Peep the position I
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(*talking*)
Ah
to the T-O-P
Then I will be D-O-N with the E
I rock New Jersey and N.Y.C.
Whether it's at a club or a block party
To my man Capri, Starchild and Brucie Bee
huh yeah, bloodstone the street preacher
wit da homey A.D., west coast G.
I DONT CARE WHAT YOU HEARD ABOUT
BUT YOU CANT GET A DOLLAR OUTTA
B.O.O.S.T.E.R.G.O.L.D
B.O.O.S.T.E.R.G.O.L.D
I just talked to God on the ouija
Board
Don't play yourself
Cuz son you next
Everything on my accord
Its
hall shit
They prayin' on my motherfuckin' downfall bitch like a drought but
You gon' get this rain like it's May weather
G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather
Buachaill o/n E/ireann Me/'s bhe/as faoi fe/in caili/n deas o/g,
Ni/ iarr fain bo/ spre/ le/ithe ta/ me/ fe/in saibhir go leor,
's liom corcaigh 'a/
Yeah, it's about that time, yeah
Time ta take off partna, alright
Hustle Gang, uh huh, G-D-O-G
Get your doe or die partna
Yup, let's go
Still
like a pimp would
It's Snoop D O Double G, I'm in your neighborhood
I make it crack-a-lack, do it just like that
Take a sip of this, *** have a puff
would
It's Snoop D O Double G, I'm in ya neighborhood
I make it crack-a-lack, do it just like that
Take a sip of this, nigga have a puff of that
You
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Who me?
I take this open beat (Yeah)
I smoke myself to sleep (Alright)
Got myself for free, yeah, ayy
Made a left right up
Because I love the black faces
So put your bible in the attic cause I didn't come for static
The True and Living G-O-D
It ain't no mystery
by the rules M.O.B M.O.B
If there's money to be made holla me, holla me, properly
I preyed on the game like a G got no time for these hoes man i stay
to the heat
I'm not descreet when it comes to the dogg
I'm a real O like eight-ball
We see now us by the gang-banging
Crack-slanging, entertain us
Sipping
Yeah it's about that time, yeah, haha
Time to take off, partner, alright?
Hustle Gang, uh huh, G-D-O-D
Get your doe or die, partner
Yup, leggo (Ayy)
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flyin' the first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' my life in the fast lane
I won't change by
Numero U-N-O
Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl
Man, this shit damn near big as the-
Big as the what?
Big as the what?
Big as the what?
of weed
A ki was at twenty g's, hurled one at dope fiends
O.D., niggaz throwin bricks at my click
Now Giulianni got the state N.Y. locked like cuff
Yeah Yeah
Let me tell you what my girlfriend looking like
She wit her jeans in D&G
Homies breaking they neck just to see her body da da da
Shawty
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