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the cash like a XO chain Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (yeah) Nigga pull up, think he G
It's about that time to take your coat off Let's have a toast, coast-to-coast Show to show [Shock G] So, holla at me A brand new holiday for
you Nothing but that true gang -ster shit you can move to, groove to, ooh What's the word? We continue to bring you Nothin' but that true shit, G shit!
A to the L to the I to the G-sy J to the you to the L I easy S to the H A double-G-sy why Oh, boys getting busy A to the L to the I to the G
respect Big coupe, Jaguar, G-5 jets Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas Money and the power, you gotta have
bandana, (Whatsup!?) I'm a fool in my black bandana, I'm a G in my black bandana.. (My black bandana) My black bandana; I'm so cool in my black bandana,
that I shouldn't have done Like running in these streets, running in these freaks Mama always told me I would wanna be a G If I was a cop, man, I'd
down, shut why'all down All my thugs and my g's who paid they dues This year we gon shine And everybody that's on the grind Keep money on your mind,
Break it down, straight outta the tip Flockin to the 'rillo Ain't no secret Every month, I'ma smoke a pillow (M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent
of that gangsta funk Some of that ghetto funk, ha Call it what you want, just don't forget the G, haha The motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house Now
game I'm on another journey, my mindset on twisted (uh-huh) Gettin' twisted and twist this fool for his grip then dash Daz in the G, set to chirp,
world And ? is without the beat So I kick it by my lonely This real g, to make my riches Then all these snitches be throwin' crosses I'm takin' losses
it's a G, call me flex a lot (no, baby) No babies, you better swallow them for me (for me) On your knees (on your knees) You had to pay, I got it free
of jealousy Nigga stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me? They say the game ain't what it use to be on (?) Used to be a G, but now he just a ho Runnin'
anythang for my paper mayn It's easy to see (what) that I'm a motherfuckin ghetto ass G, can't fuck wit me Do it do it, loco 'til your casket drop I'm a do
Ruff Ryders, Eastsidaz, Warren G, Red and Meth Uncle L, Naughty and Treach The whole Flava Unit, So So Def DJ Pooh, KAM, Solo, and the motherfuckin LA
yeah [Verse 2] The money come in, the money go The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes So I keep it G, continually stack this paper While all them
The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper. "It's just a quarter G, kid." "I do
the King Kong bounce with the ass, while I'm stopping the beat. In the Lambo blow even coming the G, the best boy from bulgarian chief (I'm in the streets)
you crazy (dímelo, Becky G, okay) No if, ands, buts, or maybes (Josh D'Ace, let's go) You know that you wanna, wanna, wanna
you fall It's how you get back up I'm ready for whatever, fo' sho' Come on, Becky G, let's go Está es pa la gente en el barrio, la gente en la
but I'm changing drill Me and my homies gangbang on the field Take a knee, make a G, follow [?] Can't you see us kick, Capri? Back with the Wonder
anythang for my paper mayn It's easy to see (what) that I'm a motherfuckin ghetto ass G, can't fuck wit me Do it do it, loco 'til your casket drop I'm
Walked in, bad bitches all up in my face, want a pimp, want some dick Want some Henny, have a taste on me So G, I ain't fucking with no TMZ Get your
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