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Double cupped up, jeans with the cuts Bottom double cuffed up Lookin' for a model who I can cuff up I wonder if them Bronx b*tches let me holler A bunch of str*ppers or beauticians from the beauty parlor A couple scammers boostin' Prada, Dolce and Gabbana I'm finna squad up, hit the mob, and call up all my partners I die my young bull, it was Young Lord, seven knocker I might head to hoop, rather party next to Yonkers Real money cool with all the h*es, G sh*t, be sh*t Crip n*ggas came with these snips I go, detour, snuck the heat in It was ladies' nights uptown on the weekend So they drink for free Think of G when you think of me N*ggas play pimpin', I ain't into make believe Syrup sippin' way before the make believe B*tches in the place to be I wonder where to take to make 'em shake for Me I'm a motherf*ckin' G A-dollar sign, A-dollar-A-P, uh Hunnid gold teeth and a hunnid gold teeth I was young, and I was hung And I was runnin' in the streets, that's G Meet my motherf*ckin' peeps Wake up in the morning, brush my fuckin' teeth, go freeze Before the other n*ggas throw sleeves N*gga run the streets we don't run from police That's G Wayside, on the east side, got my hands tied No time to be inside wasting my time We'll slide into nighttime when my n*ggas ride Double cupped up, jeans with the cuts Bottom double cuffed up Lookin' for a model who I can cuff up I wonder if them Bronx b*tches let me holler A bunch of str*ppers or beauticians from the beauty parlor A couple scammers boostin' Prada, Dolce and Gabbana I'm finna squad up, hit the mob, and call up all my partners I die my young bull, it was Young Lord, seven knocker I might head to hoop, rather party next to Yonkers Real money cool with all the h*es, G sh*t, be sh*t Crip n*ggas came with these snips I go, detour, snuck the heat in It was ladies' nights uptown on the weekend So they drink for free Think of G when you think of me N*ggas play pimpin', I ain't into make believe Syrup sippin' way before the make believe B*tches in the place to be I wonder where to take to make 'em shake for Me I'm a motherf*ckin' G A-dollar sign, A-dollar-A-P, uh Hunnid gold teeth and a hunnid gold teeth I was young, and I was hung And I was runnin' in the streets, that's G
Writer(s): Daniel Alamilla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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