Lyrics:
BITCH!)
We on some shit boy/
[Verse 1: Tarek]
Heard a knock knock on the door, glock cocked by the floor/
Pop shots if it’s war, blocks hot like a whore/
ya eyes are on me then you gettin up
When it’s up sittin on it like the spot reserved
He love the way I shake
Cos my body got the cake
Boy I know
Trust my flavor G, I make ya want to pee-pee
I got what you can't see, somethin' like a leprosy
I slow it down, somethin' like this
When it's time for
Vroeg wakker, get ready for a long day
Poets tanden pak koffie of een bak thee
Twee doelen voor de dag die ik al weet
G- Get gualla fix alles ben een
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
worst day
I get the cake, every day, it's my birthday (cake)
Play with the mob, shake the spot like a earthquake (murder)
C-Murder with me in the coupe
other
they bust out the motherfucking skinnies
It's hot as hell in the spot we got the bottles and thots
But my chain made the temperature chilly
D&G down
silent behind ya that's where ya find me
I ain't hear for a lil
I want the whole damn spot
I cock my Glock and have ya plot so I turn out to the top
on. Come on
Why are you making it complicated? It's easy
Come on, yeah, what it gon' take to get off your ass and get that cake
I was saved by
snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Jimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)
They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)
Tried to line me with
always ride round with a sack
You can get burnt by the mac
Acting so cat in the hat, acting like pussy
You niggas full of the cap
Walk in the spot like I
can't stop anymore you know
See them haters on the strip they better S-I-T
Don't want a small side piece
I want it all my g
I'm never broke my g
These
ladies in the spot
If you workin' what you got
If you a walka not a talka (G's up G's up)
I'm not the type for many words (I'm just too chill)
Less I got
Get this guap so we can get gone
Fuck it might cop another spot and make another home
It's just us against the world and we just tryna fly
And I want my
some of this old flamboyant shit, check game-
It`s another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like fuck it
Niggaz taken loses that they can`t
Luchion
Yo I don't toss it when I pop I just run up in the spot
Pour acid on my glock and start burying the pot
In the back yard, used to have
Aiming shots ain't talking Kim K
Till it's pay day every second
Know they call me a christian but you don't ever want to cross me
All G
Lay it down like
Yeah yeah, It's Gold
Clap, clap it up
Turn the spot into a movie when I back it up
Know that GK got the drip, so they lap it up
Little booties in
trying to get by
But I don't hear
It goes in one ear and out the other
Told him how to G-slide and he told his mother
Get get down big Mama
I can dig
Im in this bitch with all my jewelry on
I swear to god
And i got that glock on me just incase some shit go wrong
Its tez by the way
We come to your
like greed's the world religion
But L want cake, save the crumbs for the pidgeons
Black man, get the flies outcha eyes
You can't 'cause where you born
clothes on, I just want the neck
Posted up, I put off for the gang
See Bro runnin' up, he gon' shoot up your decks
Free team, I create it
And free baby G's
Stepping on bitches
Like they some roaches
Drop on the spot so we getting in motion
Zack in the back rolling woods with cody
Pissing on bitches I
savvy
Switchin up the fit by the hour cause I stay snazzy
Ridin in the foreign if you want it then I got it
If I front you pay me don't think that I
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