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What's that That i would always stay g Stay solid man cant nun change me Still a pimp cuz it's how god made Slanging iron cuz homie I'm feeling crazy All
Hold a stack in my jeans Hold a stack in my jeans With the team, look Talk to me now Uhh, look, hold a stack in my jeans I got a "g" and a dick in
De toute façon tu me connais, j'aime tout ce qui est cher Oh, oh, yeah Oh, mm, yeah Yeah, mmm, mm Woo, woo G-Wagon I drove the Benz through
Yea, G Herbo (That be Maaly Raw) I was out there with that hard I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block I
Then I get it back, that's that bag I love B-A-G's I love T-H-C No L-O-V-E for a T-H-O-T-T (thotty) I love B-R-O-W-N slash B-A-G-S Come through
Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it The best that ever lived it Cocksuckers, what's his
[Intro: Snoop Dogg] This is a DJ Whoo production In conjunction with Doggystyle Records and 213 [Verse 1: Warren G] I need a ride or die groupie
Verse: It's a whole 'nother day I'm back up in ya' Snoop D-O-Double G I representa' Been away for a while but you all know I'm still doggystylin' on Death
York Hawk is what them niggaz call me, 'cause they all be Suckin' my dick and on my motherfuckin' balls, G I know the half, so I laugh with 'em A blood
when I'm stunting I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothing Please don't interrupt me when I'm talking to my jeweler He's putting them
you know its g's up C.O.'s down If I freeze up its kilos now Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown I snatch a few g's
or the Bonneville Niggas wanna hurt me, absurd G i know it Betta believe I tote something for it And I got a slogan like Nike But it goes like this, just know it
on a Higher plain like Al Green Now I mean, ay ay, they hear when I talk Got that white girl and that Green lady like Fairmount park And this nigga think he G I
chwaliłem nim Dopiero w tym momencie serio to pochwalę się Czemu nie? Jak do mojej mamy wjechał nowy Jeep To jest bycie G I znowu sam jak palec siedzę na
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Raaaah, i'll sick of this, i think i need a doctor, help me... Getto gospel is sound clever But
á g i n a 2 | 3 Dando berro esta tu niña hasta las cuantas Su mamita la creía Sana, sana Su papito la creía Sana, sana Todo el barrio la creía Sana,
G's I got game! So don't disrespect my name, bitch I want the freedom and the chance to be rich But the punk snitches wanna take a brothers shit I
Mer' liv More life Den her går ud til vores elsked' Real G's går i stilhed Hvem tog ham? Hvem ved? Ingen viden når vi' lænket Hvad havd' du
the g’s when I pull up in the wagon Walk into the club, take a piece of all the action Take a piece of all the action Got a glock Never pulled the trigger
Yuh yuh B.A.M No sleep (No sleep) No sleep for the wicked Gotta eat (Gotta eat) Aiming for the T-O-P with the Heat (305) G-r-i-n-d scary feet (Tryna
Flashy G I ain't never got a problem reppin' his name Cuz his power got me from the bottom, I ain't the same (Unashamed) Unashamed, Unashamed,
G.I. Joe Shoutout every g I know Paint a picture Im Van Gogh My eyes blood shot red on Elmo Rock unknown shirt and seven bordeaux's Fuck you and that
'Charli Baltimore' [The B.I.G.] 'Yeah, yeah, my crew with... Untertainment' 'The Commission.. get it right' 'Charli Baltimore' [Charli] 'Charli Baltimore'
[B.G.] I got the game on lock, just like that Busta run up they get (chhh...), just like that Ya know they straight get chopped, just like that 'Cause
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