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So I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you wit
Man you better be like G-Rock and "go and get that bitch" (go and get that bitch)
I let Bubba
I tried that game
But the dope boy's turning me on
(Baby, did you)
It's just that he know what I want (Oh, oh)
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em
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So I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you wit
Man you better be like G-Rock and "go and get that bitch" (go and get that bitch)
I let Bubba
still the fuckin' shit
I've got my publishing and my royalties
Never lost loyalty, it's Organized Noize and B
You bitch, you already know the remainin'
Y2KMK, why not y'all
Suburban Noize Records with that 2000 sound
(??)
Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by
That's what happens when you get high
Head's
boy catch up
Pool junkie rack up (?) act up
Trunk with the mac truck bulletproof'ed up
Oh, you don't know Bamz?
Double parked on murder lane
187 my
no interest on you
I dont give attention on u and ur bullshit
Because you are unqualified
This is the sound for the boys around me
Who wanna make
(Bitch)
Sippin' on bottles, flyin' high on planes
Gotta lotta bad women, I don't even know their names
Toppers and tats, you know I got flame
When I pull
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Yeah
Gatta love it
Brought you by GD
Boys Noize, Zion T
You girl 너무 좋아
a must
bringin a three
to your kneez
just shake
it don't break
now check it
Don't walk away
love me baby
I got you
on my mind
I can't let you go
don't walk
Our shit don't mix like yay and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter, splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
doubt me boy
The worlds mines I'm here to get it, Don't doubt me boy
Come on
Yeah
Saucy
This my shit right here
Yo
Playas, I wanna know
If you trappin'
Brook boy, you ain't bagged nothin', fuck outta there
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer
hated by enemies
But careful when investing my energies I’m Warren Buffet
See no one made me can’t shake me oh boy you gotta love it
You know it’s quality
a rookie
But he was a G little did you know he had a
Heater that's a ratta tatta
Niggas gon' respect us Bigg D, cause see
Motherfuckers act like they don't
I did, I know it'd triple all my sales
And that's the fucked up part about this life
Don't nobody wanna see you do good
'til you goin' through hell
don't tick
Click stay rich
Shoot don't miss
It is what it is
Not gon' switch
Hit after hit
I am legit
They know I'm the shit
Teach em a lesson
Boy I'm
the views opposite from Tucker
This nigga pussy, goin' out bad just like no other
My shooter ain't got no sense, he stole from his mother
How you know I
you butt
Was stealing all I gain, I don't know no other way
I'm cooler than the M6 play
I run with drug niggas who ya one day
One pay, one K
Sun
to know the real deal?
I'll freestyle and smack you in your grill
Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks
The Syndicate will put you in the mix -
boy!
We gotta take it to the ultimate (we don't stop)
Til we get what we s'posed to get (we gon kick)
That west coast classic shit (no otha)
MC's come
platinum LPs
But you still can't feel me
Boy the head don't get fat if you know where your at
Instead of ridin my back, check your own dat and that's facts
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
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