Lyrics:
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
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(Great John on the beat, by
committed
That was Jeffery's stuff in that car when y'all caught me in it
You can plead the fifth on certain shit but that don't matter
You got Charleston
Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev
It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah!
I wrote this song, especially for you!
Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev
It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah!
I wrote this song, especially for you!
like mint on Benson switch
I am the cream of the crop, I even the odds
The wizard of wordz, the illest of all
I've seen this before, they picking their
multiply it by two and it might work
It really just all depend on my mood (word)
'Cause if they don't pay me my dues, they pay attention
So in the end I
we got our own law
Moving like a goofy you can get ya head blown off
Me and you are not the same Im in it for the long hall
You waiting for a stimmy
can see him all the way down the street
Don't you have to pay for George to be here?
It's not quite your turn to say something
Now it's your turn to say
the garden
From sipping Black Label Carling
Black like the tarmac on the black road
When I drive my black car you know it zaps
All the work I put in
Done all
In 1702, James' daughter, Anne became the Queen
She gave birth to one son, William, who died before his teens
It was during her reign that Scotland
She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now
hotel in Wigsdale
It was great but I have a westbound interstate to catch
You know that
My name is George and I'm
Going to Utah
Gonna get some salt from
nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
Now we down 7
We was in the finals tryna win game 7 (Yuhhhhh)
Broke boys broke boys, now they bring that check in (Yuh)
All my niggas on one, so we neva
shotguns, you name it. All to try to save some of the last unspoiled virgin forest we have left anywhere in this country from being chopped down and turned
the hills and I'm lost up in the sauce (Aye)
Running from the FEDS, feeling like I'm George Habash (George Habash)
Like I'm George Habash, man I'm just like
degree, I could flip your Vee
I call my stick Moses
I split your waves in half
Like he split the sea
Niggas don't want smoke, trust me
It's all talk
George Chain niggaz and watch me set up a goldmine
Ay yo, snoop me kid, coop me in the red room booth
And eatin' Fruit Loops it's all for the loot boo
word, nigga
Someone who stays high
Watching their life go by
Someone content with riding it behind, nigga
They come in all colors, white, black, Puerto
can't play no home games, fuck it's all good
Stand on what you believe in like Martin Luther King would (facts)
Free Sheff G, the game can't wait
that they're facing George
With a fraying core
You're running free
George is there clawing at the cages bars
Here to take it all
With only fifteen
that they're facing George
With a fraying core
You're running free
George is there clawing at the cages bars
Here to take it all
With only fifteen
niggas finna learn
But it's comin' to hit you, make you shit in your stomach
All these niggas makin' flights when all I make is commas
Hottest nigga in
stomach
All these niggas makin' flights when all I make is commas
Hottest nigga in the game, I put that on my momma
My girl be snortin' that white, I call
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