Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm a G (Bury Me a G), artist - Kidd Kidd. Date of issue: 28.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm a G (Bury Me a G) |
| When I die hope my soul don’t fry |
| Lord knows I done tried |
| On my grind, parrots on that fire |
| Money on my mind, look in my eye |
| You can see I’m high, bitch, respect my mind |
| Step aside, you ain’t 'bout that light |
| You just tryina rhyme, my bitch would die |
| And she keep an eye, hand her 9 to 5 |
| I wanna fuck, she gonna give it up |
| She don’t waste no time, doing fine |
| I’m dumping shots, one of a kind |
| You must be blind, can’t see me shine |
| The world is mine |
| I’m a G, bury me a G |
| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth |
| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace |
| Bitch, I’m a G, bury me a G |
| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G |
| Bury me a G, bury me a G |
| Yeah, I’m a G, bury me a G |
| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth |
| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace |
| Man, I’m a G, bury me a G |
| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G |
| Bury me a G, bury me a G |
| (Verse 2: Kidd Kidd) |
| Flipping coke back when I was broke |
| All I had was hope |
| Selling dreams, I’m selling soap |
| Just until I scope |
| Got my dough, now I want some more |
| You know how I go, hit the floor |
| Move or get smoked, it ain’t a joke |
| Boy, I need cheese like pizza, pizza |
| Gimme all your cash and Visas |
| Introduce my millimeter, please to meet you |
| It’s wrong but life goes on |
| Another song, sing along |
| One to the dome, that nigga gone, leave me alone |
| I’m in my zone, them zone I’m repping, it’s my own |
| I’m never stepping without my chrome |
| Shit is real, I’m in that field |
| I might get killed, I’m overdue |
| Before I do, I need a mil' |
| I’m a G, bury me a G |
| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth |
| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace |
| Bitch, I’m a G, bury me a G |
| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G |
| Bury me a G, bury me a G |
| Yeah, I’m a G, bury me a G |
| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth |
| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace |
| Man, I’m a G, bury me a G |
| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G |
| Bury me a G, bury me a G |
| (Verse 3: Kidd Kidd) |
| I ain’t gotta tell you, bitch, I’mma show you |
| Nobody know you, we heavy metals, we rock and rollers |
| We pop them coasters in your section |
| Go fuck that ' we split the dough up, we young soldiers |
| 15 and older, nobody told us |
| If they did, we wouldn’t notice, we on that corner getting loaded |
| This pistol loaded, I heard your crib is fully loaded, we 'bout to go in |
| Mask on, kick the door in, which room to go in? |
| We in them streets, beefing never cease |
| Rest in peace, man, I’d rather you instead of me |
| I can never be, play it like a sucker, never me |
| I’m a G, kept it G, you know where I’m from, 9th ward to the death of me |
| I’m a G, bury me a G |
| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth |
| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace |
| Bitch, I’m a G, bury me a G |
| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G |
| Bury me a G, bury me a G |
| Yeah, I’m a G, bury me a G |
| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth |
| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace |
| Man, I’m a G, bury me a G |
| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G |
| Bury me a G, bury me a G |