Lyrics:
spazzed out, G-String divas
Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold
Pack your heat up, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
I'm the man in your garden
I'm the man who grows the fruit
Come along with me, baby
Pick a fruit that suits
I've got some apples
I've got some
the Benzo
Never put me in the friend zone
Montana, I'm the Don Dada
Gucci suit with the brown collars
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ye, shimmy ye
Walk up in
a blunt, dead!
Ya make sure I fix the G
Do want to cook it around here, unless Chris Steven on me
Together we live, forever I burn
With an antibiotic flow
famous in my college
And a G in secondary getting workloads
Yeah, I hustled down a workload
Grind house, Kurt Russell on a dirt road
In the kitchen
sneaking sugar in a Rice Krispie spoon
Before I had the juice, cut my tooth in an empty room
Garment fabrics made from Gabardine with a vest and suit
They
Benz)
Houses all over Texas (Texas)
Lightning gold Lexus (Lexus)
He had enough respect to dress this (dress this)
Expensive Tim suits
Girl wearing
tiger skin suit
Hair braided up and my Jungle Brother boots
Hopped on the vine and swung through the city
Today's your day, said the neighborhood gypsy
duck, come out yo shirt
Buckle knees duck, like a rag nigga, throw some weed up
It's Casablanca rag throw some g's up
Let's poly slow motion status,
Get Ya Camaflauge Suit's and Ya Combat Boots
We Aint Goin To Our Rat
We Jus Pullin Up N Shoot
Ur Lifes What I Want Dog u Can Keep The Loot
This Is How
ladies and gentlemen we carry the spotlight in your attention to the G L C........
goldie lookin' chain.....it's the GLC....
who's got
close up 君は into love, look at my eyes (my eyes)
二人の呼吸が混ざり合うだけで
B.G.M さえも必要ない
溶けるくらいに sweet, let's try making love
Strawberry breakfast 世界が恋する
Blazed him a suit and tie, elegant
Get-get away driver, you can't park there (No, no)
Hot spot, feds interfere (You know)
I bleed like you, man never fear
POWER MOVES
STACKING LARGE PORTIONS
BOSS SHIT BOSS SHIT
SUIT & TIE SHIT
FUCK ALL THE BULLSHIT !
Yeah
BOSS SHIT
STRICTLY BOSS SHIT
YOU RUNNING OUT
yutes all like to discuss me (Uh, ayy)
No suit and tie, you can buck me (yeah, hey)
If you're gonna use my lines, do it properly
(Uh)
Yo, look
G lock
(Make love) fuck mi inna mi birthday suit
Wen mi juss wake up (Wake up)
You nah haffi use plan B
Dah pussy deh a A Plus a Plus
Spice, mi juss wah gi yuh
dije que sí
2021, los Afro y los Suit
Ponlo en el Whatsapp, tuitea este tuit
Ser flaco guapo se elige, es así
Cambiando de barrio así porque sí
Niños de
bague au doigt
J'ai jamais balancé
J'ai jamais plainté
Si tu me fuis, je te suis
J'viendrai récupérer tout mon ffe-bi, hey
On vous suit matin et nuit
the lead on the side
Used to rock the L used jean suit, and the letters in dye
Doo-rags under my Starter cap, nigga, I started that
And if a nigga stepped
(I ain't doin' that shit)
You motherfuckers think I'm crazy right? (yeah you crazy)
I know, but I am..
I have to show niggas, word g, I have
my mutherfuckin money
Black eyes and bruisin up a face I den done it
To let her know these bonified pimps who run it
She make a G a night but she told
watch her pee (let's get it)
And I served my uncle a fix (a fix)
One thousand'll make 'em a G (a G)
I was broke, I was robbin' for weed (let's get it)
From hood to hood they see what's hood
And know who I be uh
I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin over to browse
And the G4 is just getting over
seersucker suit, who but I
On my way to party at Carew NY
Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
And mami's lookin' like America's Top Model
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