Lyrics:
money
They wanna bop get sturdy
Young boss I been lit from early
New Gg, vintage Burberry
No tennis she still gon serve me
G's in pouch no
Yo
My G
How do we getting out of this life ?
Ho do we getting out of this sh*t ?
How do we getting out of this trouble man ?
Getting out of this
Bad Belle
P3 woseiy3
Onyame aky3 wo ade3
Onyay3a nka ob3y3
Wey e swerve am (am)
Wetin dey sir
Bra abisa
No be all my doing
E bi favor
Wetin dey kraaaa
tor dunyoyim
Sezmaysan yor sezmaysan
Ahdu paymon buzildi
Dil rishtasi uzildi
Bo'g'zimga jon tizildi
Kelmaysan yor kelmaysan
Ahdu paymon buzildi
Dil
I'm Top G
And while we're on the subject
I want to state here and now
That's what makes me such a fantastic individual
Because I don't have to give
not
Meu G quer o meu spot
I was Gang Gang Gang Gang
Gang Gang Gang
Boy they was not
They be pushing me
Bolso em forma I be pushing P
Ye
Sou MJ no beat
right
Only runnin with the family, keep my circle more tight
Wolfin out here with the pack got the target on sight
Trust the mofuckin process, my G it
Глаза зеркалка нарик
Глаза зеркалка нарик
Сегодня я фонарик
Ослепляю светом я как будто O.S.P.
Мои bro знают кто я, всегда дуем только G
What (G), What
cappin'
J-U-G-G got music for the streets, (Yee)
J-U-G-G been fuckin' with your niece (Yee) I say,
J-U-G-G too smooth on the beat (too smooth too smooth)
E.S.G. huh, Lil' Keke the don
Ha ha, it's long overdue baby
Huh, been waiting for the Southside
That swanging and banging to put it down, what?
Mr.
and skips down these fool's strip
Straight to they sto', breakin they ass off something proper
The gun G-O-D's pulled up, sitting on choppers
'cause you
Creed Taylor
The G for international ladies like a sailor
Like a sailor I get drunk and bust flows to the beat
Like my man J, I feel the Agony in
metal
I say bang bang bitch I make you feel every letter
B-A-N-G- B-A-N-G- G-A-N-G
We spray then leave
We play when we no
We play N-E
V-E-R- C-P
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
slow, your heart stop
Your ass dead, you fucked, kid
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
I'm like Nicholas Cage: Yeah, it's the Ghost Rider
P89, yeah, I let my
that we wasn't gon comeback
The d, the p, the g to see
Westcoast's finest and I'm a put that on me
See niggas been rappin but they ain't sayin shit
Nigga
the Don P
Beep, that's me that drop the funk beat, uh uh
Me and Lil' Travis stun'n hard off 'less my daddy grab it
I got a Roley on my wrist with 10 karats
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo.. and this is No Limit records
I am Snoop D-O motherfuckin double G
Partyin with my ??? Silkk The Shocker
You a made man now
my scratch,
What the fuck I'm a stay fo?
I gotta make moves bitch,
Stack some G's,
From the whole stroll,
To my fax machine,
I got money comin'
dosage (dosage)
Belek, j'ai les crocs (j'ai les crocs)
Aucun vrais, que des faux G (que des faux G)
J'ai une p'tite pulsion et j'suis fauché
J'suis
Ah fuck it
Ah y'all got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz I put a step in
Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker
Ay, g-nut, spice,
p'ró climax e depois estás vazia, querida
Sida ou um kid em perspectiva, querida
Destinada a ser alternativa ambígua, brigas
Porque quem fode não se
died for this skill
So I could never understand how a fuck boy really feel
I was riding with my g's coulda moved the p's by the mill
Sima hit the race
og’s, they proud of us
P’s for p’s, g’s for g's
More than tryna maintain
Swear, I’m not a road man
But I stay in that fast lane
Keep it a buck, keep it
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