Lyrics:
(Nah)
Stay real to the G's them
(To the dogs)
Them ah chat
A lot ah thing
But we nuh see them
Yo Kello
Tell the pussy
We nuh pree them
(We nuh pree)
Say
Yeah
Weaddup Aliyah
K K Baby
Ik zie je elke dag met nieuwe outfits aan men
Ik kan niet haten baby girl doe je thing
Je kan me vinden
Winkel in
These man them say that G.O.D ain't getting rich
Buh how you mean
These man dem mad cuz G.O.D done fucked they bitch
Buh how you mean
This ain't no
aw paaya
Ishqe de raah na jayo mai otho e tut k aaya
Othe koi was nai chalda harman jahe jhalle da
Wanga bin g nai lagda chandi de challe da
Tere jo
hackar på klacken
Observerar redan bilen uppe i macken
Men min broder han är G, manövrerade ratten
Hade möte med kuriren, han riskade tolv
Plugen gav
a big propeller)
Came with my team, I came with my breddahs (I came with my breddahs)
I swear, I'm comin' from Gbagada
Do you know a G like me?
If
watchin' Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
For every innocent brother charged with a homicide
Went from battle raps to now we wearin' M.A.G.A. hats
This the shit that they need, tell me where are you from
Drop your pants to your knees, girl I'm capital G
Might pull up in my bucket
This nine
This is for everybody in county, T-G-K, Metro West and Stockade
Doing time
And if you got more than 365
And you're up the road rep M-I-A with pride,
down homeboy, yeah like every state
Act bold, talk shit, nigga get K'd away
We so slick with this criminal shit
Winner with this, hard on a bitch
My
E-E Eskapaden e-E Eskalation
a3, Aggu
Eskapaden, Eskalation s-K-IA-Doppel-G-U
Ich war früher schon der Beste mit
Nur ein paar hundert Klicks
Jetzt
est certifié sefyu, NCC, 93 G8
Tkt le style est certifié
Le A, le K, le E, le T, le O, 95, couz’
Tkt le style est certifié
Six coups MC, 94, rappeur
We way over here, up out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang
You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
K I N G, that's not gon' change
bout it mayne
We way over here
Up out your range
Don't try to be G
That's not your thang
You try me G
That glock gon' bang
K-I-N-G that's
big homie)
The opps say they outside, I slide with the K
(With the K)
Niggas say they want beef, they dyin’ today
(They die today)
Niggas actin' like
Hell no, I'm givin' motherfuckers burial suits
Your little T.K.O was A.O.K.
My way is R.I.P., niggaz are D.O.A.
Dead on Arrival
So nigga you
Tko da prštimi usaj dva
Prpalim dve, pazm, da je sam kvalite
Pa da je sticki iki, wicked k ali g
K mali ve, če ‘j good pol so kristali, yeah
Green shitt
The final callin', here we go, yes y'all'in
I'm tryin' to stay high while them niggas steady ballin'
Two times for my G's that never come back
Hopin' I can
or the K to the I to the mother fuckin D
Straight G's from the streets
I'm droppin' your lyrics on your best Kid Rock beat
Now I'm a kick ya like this
Let's go, let's go
Yeah! (yo, yo)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz
(Ayo), OK, (ayo), Pastor Troy (come on) Yeah!
(D-S-G-B, come on),
parle pour me faire du lèche (hein)
J'rappe pas pour les médias hype (hein)
Au-dessus d'la normale comme une antenne 5G
Antoine m'appelle pour une
cara
5k no pulso, 15k na mala
5k no bolso 20k na sala
Deixando essa bitc* mal acostumada
No final das conta eu também não prestava
E o meu beck mais
Uh uh uh uh
Figli di puttana, sono una leggenda
Na na na na, pare ehi, ehi, ah
Ho fatto i soldi del mio
Amico che ha pagato venti K di master
(Venti
on the K don't work
Man garn dash like nerds spartans
Mash and spartans splash
L1 splash and his young g splash
Kennington Harlem do it for bro
Mish mashing
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