| This is for the real gs, fuck you wanna bees
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| Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me
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| This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die
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| Bitch, till the day I die
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| Till the day, posted with my dodger blue
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| Enemies could die slow, its always been my attitude
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| Ready to cut your bitch out, on a hot day
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| Some of them living local, and some of them living out of states
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| You can hate, on the king, while I celebrate
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| South side flowing through my blood, rolling through my veins
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| My team strong, the weed strong, chilly walked in
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| With some hoes Im tryina creep on
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| I do it for my people with that brown pride
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| Taking back to base when it was bumping out your outline
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| Bodies on the floor, murder outline
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| Boys incarcerated, eating food when its chal time
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| But its out 8 on mine
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| I told you soldiers dont die, california holding my pride
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| My homie thinking them 40s, while police posted outside
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| This is for drumma boy, for instruments sublime
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| This is for the real gs, fuck you wanna bees
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| Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me
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| This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die
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| Bitch, till the day I die
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| La tell me where you at, till the day I die
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| Oc now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
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| 818 now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
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| 805 what, tell me where you at, till the day I die
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| Hurra, about to make this place turn up
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| Hit the light switch in this bitch with the burn up
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| Another day, another dollar, another beat thats bloody murder
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| Tony deuces coming through, watch all these bitches pull they skirt up
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| Word up, Im only cuttin if its major
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| Megan Fox status, or unless this bitch has paper
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| Only way Im going up is with the cross fader
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| So tell me if Im living wrong, when I die them play the song
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| And say tone held it down for the street block
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| The courier, ass out, gate down and d lock
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| Me and lil g be the kings of this g hop
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| Been know to get paws, and all foes they hear the east pop
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| Yeah I smoke good and eat honey
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| When Im loeather suits on…
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| You can see it in my eyes
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| Ima put it down for a late bitch till the day I die
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| This is for the real gs, fuck you wanna bees
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| Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me
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| This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die
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| Bitch, till the day I die
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| La tell me where you at, till the day I die
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| Oc now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
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| 818 now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
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| 805 what, tell me where you at, till the day I die
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| Till the day I die, Im chillin where the birds at
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| Make a few ends and I smoke, where the herbs at
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| Man I gets high, hitters everyday
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| Spend a little money on my watch, no chain
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| Homies that Im with all rep the same gang
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| And they all yellin out, money aint a thang
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| Smokin on loud, you hand me the loud pack
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| I aint gotta tell where it is, but I got that
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| Out in la, back in the p
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| Wherever I be, yeah thats where they be
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| All up on the block, ask em where the bud at
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| All the homie still on parole and they love that
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| Bitches stay fly, I aint gotta say that
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| Fucking with my money or my team
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| I dont play that
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| Its on everyday, and its on mine
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| Ask me what I do it for, this I reply, hear. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck You Wanna Bee's , by - King Lil G. Song from the album Lost in Smoke, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп