Lyrics:
driver, bitch I was all three
Don't ever trip on my set
And don't ever front on my G
Cuz I'll put a hole on your head with the tech
And then throw up the WB
I've been the best shooter
Just classify me as the MVP Hittin' licks, I always knew that I'd make it B.I.G
Gettin' money way before niggas had PPP You
block, bitch, and I'm with Lil' Z
Walk 'round with a G-Lock, bitch, I run the town
Red rag, red flag, I'm a bloodhound
Ayy, I'm smokin' dope, bitch,
off the hook (flight)
Got it Off the dock
Lines across the bar LA bitches offer top (g-gimme top!)
I be off the top (Hey)
Top is off the whip (Hey)
They
Yo
Emflacko
One take
Flah
I'm deep in the sea, it ain't what it seems
This ain't for the kids, I'm keeping it G
Warning, this one's not PG
On radio
for a gee
But I only count 2 real gees
GGG
I'm trying get my wagons G'd
I'm the only real young OG
Ee ee ee
8 bars all ee ee ee
I got balls like CP3
lo joju brother mi and I stand on it
Owo walakpo mi bro is hungry, bro is filled up that's on g
That's how I roll, how it should go, abi na boda akanni
, play that wood with G and Bossy, I need some keys
In the Honda breaking down da bales jammin' Fetti Fee
Niggas out here buyin' all this, ZA, just
still?
Hello, am I still your happy pill?
Hello, I wanna kill, these emotions I really will
(Chorus!)
Bridge:
G C G C
cs I sit in the booth waiting for
risposte arrivan col tempo
Agisco e investo in silenzio
I torti non li dimentico
Il mio tempo
Appresso a sti scemi
No non lo spreco
WESH WESH
Sto con i G
five. I need a big odd
If you care about the winnin', you always gonna lose
My life was on the G board, like I need a Ace to win
God was all I ever need,
liar
Third eye on the bag my g
A plus one fiend, the opposite of a pirate
Abate from collecting things
A bait for the dreams
A bayt for the likeminded
the blue Jag
Touchscreen up in the whip, it's like a iPad
Put your location in my G, and I'ma find that
I'm headed in the city where it's litty and it's live
règle et c'est pas ma première infraction
Son cul
Je l'ai target comme Deadshot
J'ai le cœur froid mais que des dates chauds
B.I.G dans sa tombe
Se
the work, road to stay fresh
Fifteen minutes, I pick it up
Like I had to make time for a smoke break
Global
Feel my animality is global
One G dropped in
here
Win win
Big dubs
Win win
Big dubs over here
Win win
M-I-G goin' crazy
ain't tryn fuck up your mood
Slumped for the week, I ain't get me no food
I fall asleep and wake up in a tomb
Popped a G6 and I walk on the moon
I take
you to make me a better me
Eleven platinum albums, something I may never see
I'm trying to live it up like you and do it B.I.G
Bought every single CD
So I'm cuttin' ya' off n' I'm blockin' ya' asses,
Uppin' the standards, wit' respect to what matters G',
family 1st, then everything else 'll work,
to keep.
Key.
Belong to G-O-D-Y-A-H-W-E-H, I know.
Belongs to J-E-S-U-S, yeah.
A-N-G-O, God I know.
Wait, yeah, I said go, go, go, go.
Yeah, God said go,
HINDI McDcLI”
Chords: C - cm - F - G
Verse 1:
cyoko lang na masaktan kaya ang puso ay umiiwas
cyoko lang na maulit pa
Tama na ang minsan na umasa
sunn
1G tu 5G hum hote ni Buffer hai aye
Leke chalu tuje mere ghr fo the Party chh
Suit mai woh dope lage sexy in Saddi D
Play karti Bae meri gaddi mai
the rent
Free throws G-Code
I'm the GOAT
Get it in
I fully embrace the fact and the feeling
Reminiscing understand what it feel like
To have a pocket full
sick
Mai flex karu art na flex kru kicks
I hit em like Pac, I hustle like Nip
I'm easy like E, i shoot like B.I.G
Ratata, Who Shot ya
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