Lyrics:
[B.G.]
UPT baby, this how we do around my way
Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle
But you can't knock the hustle, feel this
Nigga, I be
G's)
Now, when you're rollin' through yo' motherfuckin' hood
Tell me what you see
(Some motherfuckin' G's)
Roamin' in my motherfuckin' hood
Staying G's for life
Young ballers coming up
Staying high till we die
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed and Throwed
Steady sipping on a four
the harpoon
Take her to the V.I.P, this is our room
Now you know that it's a shame
'Cause you in your PJs watching cartoons
As I walk down the street
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
out, stall em out
Fuck em, I twist em
The hardhead never listen
They never recognize and they never pay attention
I stay G, and by the way did I
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB
To som ja MC G G G, eh
Kto to je WTF, OMG, eh - To som ja MC G G G
A pred večierkou ma opať zastaví moj starý fella
Rád ťa vidím bro a ja rád vidím teba
HOPING FOR REAL Key - G
Words and Music by Hope Kemp for Hope Kemp Music, 2017 Page 1 of 3
INTRO: Open 5th in G
Verse
Save me from my friends
My foes, I'll handle all on my own
Fuck the way you're feeling, brah
If you can't take a joke
Just let me know
R-V-N-G
Just let
Hlavo
C F G
Jsou tři hodiny ráno a v parku sedím sám
C F G
Před sebou v ruce třetí hrnek s kávou mám
cause I'm in the club throwin up G's
Dammmn shawty! That shit fucked up
Niggaz mad cause I'm hot and they ain't gettin no love
Dammmn shawty! I'm
Uh-huh, ye-yeah, it's like this
If you got big dollars, Spit That G
KnowwhatImean? If you got mad honies, Spit That G
If you gettin dough
You can never take the life of a real G
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready
If you kill me
Young motherfucker pull the trigger
If you kill me
You got
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
(Ayy P.A Edited This Una)
All of this money is nuttin to me
Flashbacks to days getting dussed by the Ds
Play your position don’t change on these
And niggas they give you love, cus dey down for it
Now that's just how it goes, and all the hoes on me
And everything is V.I.P, and that's on D.P.G
Now
Weed
Vibrujeme na jinejch frekvencích, chápeš, G (Yah, yah)
Další gigg, další gigg, zase startujeme káru (Yah, yah)
V každym městě v Český republice jsme
Beat ako bazuka príbehy do vzduchu
A kto to je WTF, OMG eh To som ja MC G G G eh
Kto to je WTF, OMG eh To som ja MC G G G eh
A pred večierkou ma
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
作曲：Don·Jessie
作词：Don·Jessie
编曲混音：OSZ (GVO对音乐)
混音：KIPES (GVO对音乐)
录音室：GVO对音乐
制作出品：GVO对音乐
Hook：
I'm the G
I'm the G
I'm the G.O.A.T. X4
Verse：
Let's
liking what you seeing
Eight five on the ninety five
You can ride by a nigga side
Double g's double c's
Designer on her seven days a week
Baby know ya
and OE
I shoot a slug off of weak
And making sure my shit heat
Save your death certificate receipt ‘cause
Life don’t come cheap
About five thousand G’s
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