Lyrics:
flying over B-More, high in the G-4, Smoking on Cali bud that's how a real G show a bitch Cali love (Cali love) Sex in the Cot pit, no love I was just
Rest in peace Pimp C (fool)(L) Uh yeah, Some of my joints be tight Some of my joints be fucked up, But all my joints gon' smoke So g's gon
On G's Niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all Fall back dog If it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all On G's Niggas ain't fucking with
keep me good I do it for the hustler cause I do it for the thugs I do it for the G's cause the G's show me love I came in the game 17 real loud only
sit back relax and just laugh And the times we shared Like flyin' over Beatmore High in the G-4 Smokin' on Cali bud That's how real G show a bitch
He came drinkin my Hen' Matter fact if I see him in traffic, even know y'all fuck with him It's on All lights are on This is for the G in me,
All my N.Y. niggas! All my ChiTown niggas, where ya at? Throw your hood up All my G.A. niggas! Hol' up All my Bay niggas, where ya at? Throw your
block (Okay) Yeah, we bang, it's a G Thing, throw c notes, pop G-strings (For sure, Coke Boy Baby) I took a vacation from the streets And party with my
was poor, black, broke and hungry And the streets, they were callin me So I stepped, ready and willing to be a G To make it easy for my family and me
I'm Steve Novak Don't be mad at me if she leaves You should always know not to fuck around with thieves She just wants to kick it with some g's
Francisco Morato, roupa larga é o estilo registro G.Nato, canta por amor ta na veia e é fato, e é por isso que por mim é respeitado, também fala a verdade
things Had to play the part for the g's on the block So i bought a blue rag, bought a black glock Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid The westside
That's why we go to thug mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G ... at thug mansion [Verse One: 2Pac] A place to spend
baller Young shot caller 20 on the wrist 80 g's on the collar Back from Japan With a fresh Million dollars Pages to sleep Wake up thank Allah You're
feel good. let me know baby, what you want and how you want it hey, you know how boys get down, when they from PAIN! Pitbull, T Pain, girl this a G
(B-Real: Nothin) Let's take it to the streets And fight like real g's What you niggaz wanna do? You can't fuck with these Ain't never had a strap Now you
Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Mera dime Sech (Anuel) (Karol G) Real Hasta La Muerte, ¿oíste bebé? Yo no creo que cambie (cambie) Ella no es
the Moon Theaters tonight Three back to back to back movies at the Moon Theaters tonight Be the eighth caller, only on Golf Radio (G) G-O-L-F G
with a G Man whole lot of G's in the key yeah In the VIP with your bitch And a whole lot of freaks sucking dick yeah Nigga playing with my man
the 50, wake up, make the bitch breathe (wake) Never snitching, never switching, nigga, nigga please (never) Throwin' up the G's, throwing up a couple P's
(Hundred bad bitches in the city) G-g-g-good work Charlie Hundred bad bitches in the city All the girls, they are so pretty Hundred bad bitches
ATL Jacob Pyrex, turn me up Let's go Been rocking double G's, feel like a girly girl (on God) Feel like I'm Hercules, in a boy's world (boy's
can get to chopping Ain't no stopping no G shit I'm for real and I'ma put that on me, bitch Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit All flame in
it's the same here You bad company, lil' bro, you can't hang here G—g—g—gettin' money so the bottles keep on comin' Ph—ph—pho—pho—phone ringin' so you
Discuss these g.s Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In