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mio frero (NASTY G) Lil b vuole mangiarlo come un kinder bueno No non è joke non giocare sai che siamo caldi Porto la dope mica per ballare al party
looking for the cheese I be steady faded popping double G's I be steady faded sipping on that lean Please don't do no drugs that make you think like me
can never cap Baby G he be foreal though If you really know what the top though Imma pass the ball Baby G be shooting glocks though Imma told another
G A B Z, Gabz, rien d'autres J'viens du Temple quoi ? Temple CREW J'ai dit Temple quoi ? Temple CREW Premier projet premier son j'te donne du vrai
Now i'm getting guap That's P You can never stop me That's on GOD my g Bad b Face down Ass up titties right Me i like Roll dice Life Take a chance Never
can't) I don't think they can compete wit this (They can't) R.S.G.S.B. yea we the shit (You know) Got they ass feigning for moe of that shit that we
you need some solid in ya life You a real one and real ones be my type We can do I.G or be outta sight! Know you use to fuckboys but I'm not one
Y e e . . . o o . . y e e . . a a H a n y a M a l a m k u . . . Y a n g M e n e m a n i k u H a n y a B i n t a n g k u . . . Y a n g M e n e r a n g
free Like a lot more free Put me in a Porsche c Ferrari what I need When I'm feelin' those G's That be all that I need I don't need no weed I'm
226, G.Y.B. prestanță-n contrabandă Și producem sute mii Petrecem cu Young G Ce n-ai da să fii În locu' meu o zi (G.Y.B.) Producem sute mii
On The Zees (lyrics) Hit up a thot thot from the V She gimme top top on a knee Fuck with a hotbox with a G Shawty be geeked off the zee zee
A B C D E F G A B C D E F G 想吃麦当劳 麦当劳汉堡 麦当劳汉堡 别的也可以 华莱士不行 A B C D E F G A B C D E F G 想吃麦当劳 麦当劳汉堡 麦当劳汉堡 别的也可以 华莱士不行 A B C D E F G A B C D E F G 想吃麦当劳
you don't know G I be talking shit bout what I know homie Yeah I got homies but I'm still lonely And I'm smokin on this dro tryna get stoney Why he say
knew I was great ever since I was a teen ey Me ey Fucking up the scene ey Pull up with the G's I be mobbing with the team ey Fucking up the beats I chop
CHANCE DE AMAR (JV 2019) INTRO: A | E | A | E A E NINGUÉM VIVE SEM AMOR F#- D SEM SABER O QUE QUER DA VIDA G B- A NEM SEMPRE ACEITE TUDO
Em Am Llegaste a la orilla de mi alma sin pensar G B7 tarde habia en hojas en el suelo las brasas de esta historia no se iban a apagar parado estoy
trenches, up in Progress, that's what made us Since some jits, ain't scared of shit, you know them pussys, they don't phase us P.T.G. that be the gang, you
Bad boy baby Yeah, yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah Yeah, B.I.G. 2000 B.I.G. 2000 Born Again, c'mon, yeah The weak or the strong, who got it goin'
a g s , m o n e y b a g s l i g h t b e a m s I ' m o f f i c i a l l y a t r a p b o s s q u e e n , I d o n ' t r e a l l y g i v e a da m n , b u
Ger Ver Ger ver had eller n Ger ver had dünler m Y ne ben b r ölü Y ne dünkü g b ah B r sorsayd n söylerd m İç mden geçenler B r gorseyd n kalb
[Talking] B.G. Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means Verse: 1 Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar I ain't touching
Should be looking familiar If they ask me how fly i'mma tell ya If you reconize a g I Should be lookin familiar And I'm livin like a balla loc I'm having
(Did somebody say, Just Eat?) Somebody just did The D-O double G be feelin' festive Got Santa and his elves Working 'round the clock Holidays are
never Zone 4 And if it's in the hood you better not go Cause niggaz in the hood you better not see The D, the S and then the G-be It's my hometown, I
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