Lyrics:
(night, oh)
Been working nine to five
All week, yeah
Hot girls and neon lights (light, oh)
The vibe is getting high
Good feelin'
T.G.I.
Thank God
it scene by scene
oooooh, oh
(M.o.v.i.e)
Ooh, ooh, ohh
(M.o.v.i.e)
We gone make a movie
(M.o.v.i.e)
We gone make a movie
(M.o.v.i.e)
We're right
přání
Bars so hard
A ty jsi další kár
Co mi píše na IG, že by chtěl dát sparring
Cítíš se jak king, ale hned dostáváš rány
Na ruce máš bling, ale v práci
to shine, sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
the sides,
But I still got the hotline that blings,
From the 10 to the 5,
That’s division by two,
Not division by pie,
But these nxggas here,
Want a piece
the past
They call me G.R. double O V.E.
G.R Double O V.E.
Guess who's back back with a vengeance
Back with 21 shots to salute my existence
Back with
Clap you Once cause G's leave no
Witnesses clap twice out the door
Slow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep
Still music to drive-by and I'm N2
my 45 G-L-O-C
I got money on my mind, bitch
I'm blinded by the dollar signs
I'll work a fucking nine-to-five instead
Of signin' dotted lines by
foreign y no es Teck
No soy de Medallo, pero estoy Blessd
Glock 42 y no es de Sech
G el SUV y el jet
Vola'o en el G5
Esto e' Louis V, no Levi's
pack, send it 'bout five above and pass
All I wanna do is D.P.G.
And keep it like that and hit donuts in the streets
Bump it gettn' da high to the one
green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and I sell it for
I slide in the whip g-five can't catch me
Ride by with my stick I snipe like Wesley
I found a way out from the dark and the grey clouds
I'm from
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
C+5/G# C/G Am/F#
And re - mem - ber, Oh - oh - oh - oh - oh I know be - cause
Fm6 C/E
them gold thangs hit the curb
5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail
100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quickness
All because a big nigga
guy yells
Okuda Matata
Name is Uncle G and I'll flick your Uncle G spot
Flow so cold belongs in a crockpot
You think I'm ozone
Oh, wait, I'm not
Good
Recsegnek a fiatalok hogy a cigim tobbe megy
Teso mindjart kiakadok, 2.5 is 5be megy
223 shells out the G, got drank got lean promethazine
I don't fuck with
Still ain't get that fucking water yo
Sliim
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, blunts
Got me slumped in the cut but i'm still rolling up
One, Two,
They say we N-I Double G-E-R
We are much more
Still we choose to ignore
The obvious
Man this history don't acknowledge us
We was scholars long
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
gang now
Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy
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