Lyrics:
and depressed my g
Dirt on my shirt it's a mess you see
Swerve to the left, see my enemies
Move back a step to wrong territory
Errors are trying to terror me
Life
ganja all around me
Surrounded by the perfect atmosphere
I stay smokin'
Like Neil Armstrong, i'm high I'm weightless and I'm floatin'
Every time I crack
the climate these people is pushing us toward
Can you feel it
The lyrics the poet
The coach of the mic on game night hey Mr. Jackson
Where's the truth like
They Would Send You Home
By Time You Got In The Door
Hear Mama On The Phone
Damn...
Where Did That Love Go
When We Had Fist Fight
Even When
"I'm an idiot for throwing yogurt
And your finsta is better
Than mine by a mile."
Lies
They're all lies
Oh, hello, Mr. Hyland
Welcome
to the telly to put dick up in her belly
Yeah she fucking on my mans but no I'm not jelly
Cuz I already passed it on, I already got it already
Mr. No I do not
this world
And everybody thinks I'm fine
But I can't do this anymore
Cause I'm so lonely
I'm Mr. Lonely
And I got nobody
I'm on my own
Yeah
It has been
me, then she through
All these bitches, they comin' in twos Mr make somethin' shake, I don't play by the rules
We gon' camp on that block with the 9 in
What's cracking
Mr. Shadow, with my dog Fingaz you know
You know how we do it in Killa Cali
We live how we live
Check it, check it
I was born
and I’ll do it by my lonely
Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby
He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony.
Want him dead
a fool bitch, I stay high
Killa T-A-why, and hear the pound down for the drive-by
These G's ride, and it ain't no fear in my heart
You talkin loud, wolfin
doing the most
Mr right
What you know about gang
been chased feds
What you know about blocks
been chased by cops
I see blue and I see red
I gat
(Singing by Ronnie Spencer)
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that I'm a G
Hey, Hey, she's peepin me, she's peepin me
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that
love the criticism
But understand im successful by own admission
I never had isssh
But a bad bitch
Na let me stop lying most em were average
If
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let
bust on indo dreams
Uhh, I don't be fuckin with keys
Rock the shell-top, or pin-striped Lee's
I could write a song make a hundred G's
You went back
G.I.
Rosie: He would gladly, face those bullets, for he's not afraid to die.
Girls: For he's a fine abstanding patriotic, healthy normal American boy.
paid for
Everything paid in full
Mr. Kelly
I need a brand new Range Rover
G5 by the swimming pool
Went from broke and out of touch
Now everything I
they're tracing our contacts
When they take our civil liberties
They never want to give them back
Pushed by Bill Mr. Needles Gates and his elitist clan
[Verse 1: Shadow Ramirez]
You got g's man please
I'm overseas
I got the beats to keep you blowing on trees
Keep them hoes on they knees
I'm
by myself
I don't like what they want from me (no)
I don't like that they don't say please (no)
I tell em it's all pointless,
Chasing a time when I'm
Hey, check it
What we have here
Is another one
The remix (ladies and gentleman)
Orchestrated
(You don't have to worry)
By the Puff Daddy
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking
Yo, fuck federale, I smoke medicali
B-I-G Sean don, Juan
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
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