Lyrics:
Puglia
Difendo il blocco come Puyol
Resto coi miei G
Io e i miei amici nel film
Fanno tic-tic come slot machine
Il mio clic-clic non ho tempo bitch
Una
będzie chciało się sprzątać
Biały dzień, czarne mam myśli i skórzane mam rękawiczki
Popijam Whisky
Maczeta Cię podrapie jak Grizzly
Najpierw G nagle
naked is a I got dust sign
Yeah he got dippers right next to the school sign
Niggas so confused, hair dyed, G's skinny
I'm efficient with the tool, make
dans les sales sciences
Okay alright let's get it okay alright let's go
Tu as pécho 1g c'est fini on a même pas mis gbo
Gorgée gorgée pas de double cup
y'all not really violent
I get Kait in the nevaeh to the line em
Real G's moving silence
I feel like I'm Giannis
Y'all not fucking with me, to be honest
competitive by 5 instead
Applying that energy to the drums, bells
Apps lying, my inner G fumes when one's smelt
That's why I simmer these tunes in rum, felt
that gat
Never pop off bitch never gon shoot
(B.I.G give me the loot)
What's in my sock got a rock or two
(What you need I got a few)
Creepin Savage
mi gun it have ah duppy appetite
Fully arms up ah neva honey bees how shot swarm yuh buy a one G ah start hype up but ih killaz inna ih street beg mi
the team
Bro you not a G (Nope)
I'm making this money
My bars make you sick
Trying to get the money
Trying to get up in the hills
Trying to help my momma
hit the turbo
Get in high speeds, top G, like I'm Herbo, with Bibby
Bitches never leave, my brothers from the city
Them my others from another
Mother
of tu-pac more b-i-g
What does that spell for you LECT
I'm out
raps, I just be bendin' the truth
I still be keepin' the G, plus I'm still my youth
Runnin' it back, what did he say? You didn't catch it, no
Guys in real
(Let's go!)
He said just do what you can,
Turn that 10 into 100
Now I'm running through these bands (Bands)
Take a xanax on a G5
Now I wake up in Japan
favorite moment
Of the day
Alex G
Is all I been listening too
Didn't hear the yearly speech
When the chorus hits
I am not the boy you knew
After that song
I
aning vad som händer
Piketen är hack i häl, till och med när jag är hemma
Folk beefar för fattigt skäl, hjärnorna är helt brända
Jag är G, det finns i
Hey G-d,
I'm sure your busy today
So many innocent precious souls
Have left this world
cnd are on their way
Hey G-d
Is there a standing ovation
In
Uh, it's the B.I.G. M-O-M-M-A
Gigi, what's up
Look, every time we go outside, we get hated on
And every time I touch a beat, that beat get skated
Either way I'm still me
Cooking up heat, watch wrist game work
I'm a reside in K-Coast turps, been a hot nigga like B.G. Turp
I've been in the field, can't
enemies associates strangers included
I used to care too much how ya'll viewed it
Then I realized some of ya'll grew up stupid
Was taught by the O.G
rollin' like you top G
Well I'm Z the fuckin' bandit
Got a problem, step to me, I know your ass gon' panic
Try to hide it deep within but I can feel your
mother
These niggas is cap man (yeah)
They're not like me (they're not like me)
Ima' villainous G (ima' villainous g, yeah yeah)
I don't do nothing for
famous my name getting dropped
I'm going in like I get payed to be hot
I'm not a g but I'm hitting her g spot
gibt Tage
Wo i einsam bin
Wo i di einfach vermiss
Do glangt des G´fühl
Dass i woas
Dassdme du liebst
Dass i die Sorgen glei vergiss
Alloa de Tatsach
Dass
on my jeans
i ain’t sipping lean
baby imma fien
ain’t talk bout this lean i know
you say you want me yeah
on some g-lock tings in my my g-star jeans
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