Lyrics:
gettin lockjaw (ahhhh)
Betty the boop betty the boop
Give me the loot Give me the loot
B I G in the suit
GI Joe Tyga man army shorts red chucks
No shirt,
Long Beach, Tic Tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my khaki suit
B.G from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood
Goddamn, I ripped up,
the booth it's like a cockpit
Got a G-force suit cause we're going supersonic
I'm killin' when I'm feelin' it
Livin' and I'm spittin' it
Play it back one more
done with up count it up
bottles up oh my g yeah
suit it up 멍청이처럼
놀아 계산 얼마지 yeah
drink up now 니 잔에 술을 더 놔
어딜가 난 이밤에 너를 못놔
꽉 잡아줘 날 all
day 계속 밤이야 난
다
whiff will make you pause
Make you nauseous
Then I'm livin' proof ask Luke
Where the force is
Bury me a G, tailored suit lookin' gorgeous
Floorless, burn
the Zodiac
To rap you, out the stack glue, word up
My style's tighter than a fat bitch in a cat suit
surprise G, it's not wise see to size me
When I
like guaranteed they gon' kill us
Fleeing, ninety in a night suit, g-ing white dudes
Hit the locks first, we made a right troop
I'm lushin' Russian
about to go broke soon
Mad current merchants, we nursed it
Bad guerillas, feed us like guaranteed they gon' kill us
Fleeing, ninety in a night suit
"I'm ready to eat"
Beef with me, find a roof and get ready to leak
(Lets get it)
G hoes, al qaeda Donny G
Armani suits, Masserati V's
Want money like we
Girl you look so cute
With your long boots and your G-string suit
Got on the stage and work that chap
And yo fellas where the booty at
Whoot, there
suit and a g (oh that's crazy)
Cause it's all in the motherfucking family (oh that's crazy)
[Chorus: x3]
suit three G's the case was won.
Met with mexican hoya cop boya.
Bought barber shop named it after c shaday.
There where they found his body.
In a barber
little chubby, chubby car
I don't owe them, no Lamar
Kinda money make a come out a leotard
I'm in this and I shuffle
Money like playing cards
Why G links
them people seen was a white drop
Four G's for the sweat suit, I might hit the Opera (yeah)
Private diner, 1k a day, for the private driver
So
up every automobile
Tatted up, life of a G
Counting stacks and five star suits
[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS]
Yeah, she got it written on her
Her swag on lean
parti pour la nuit
Et pour le jour qui suit
500g de farine, 200g de beurre,
4 œufs, 200g de sucre,
6 belle pommes Golden
Et une giclée de crème fraîche
Hun'ned G's for the suit, the hood like "oh man"
Bendin corna's, twenty-two's, no dubbin, (crrrrrrrrrrrr)
That's what you hear 'cause that shit be
fly the birds and the bees
The buzz is a goin' round about you and me
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
K-I-S-S-I-N-G, you and me
Suits from
grind on baby, get my shine on baby
Feel me
Just white tees and khaki shoes and got loose
Still g'd in my suit, stil sing to my lou
With the suade on my
Won’t stop ‘till I get you in a birthday suit
Aah In a birthday suit
Ntombazana get down woza la why you rude (ja neh)
Big booty smooth skin brown
Thought I was gentle
Only for a second
I taught her
She must have got
The wrong impression
She know I work hard
Fuckin recession
Think I'm a g from
happened
Sweat suit G fazos fuck the fashion
I do this shit for fun who would've imagined
hooper making bangers got to much talents
Put me on a song and that
the True Religion jean suit
G-Unit sneaker shit
Ah
KNITTY]
Rock long chains and ice rings
[GAMBINO]
Timb boots, baggy jean suits ready to shoot
[G.O.D]
With plushed out cribs, multiple guns and clips
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