| Yessir
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| Project Pat featuring your boy Juicy J and Doe B
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| You’ll never be a G, you’ll never be a G
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| I done sold them grams
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| Robbed niggas for cash
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| I done bust that thumper on plenty niggas' ass
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| Broke down plenty bails
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| So much clientele
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| Went to jail would never tell but some you niggas will
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| Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G
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| Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G
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| Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G
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| Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G
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| When I was young had that chopper cock it
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| Project Pat was robbing
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| Like the grinch bitch, taking shit filling up my stocking
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| Stocking cap on my skull nigga, better wipe up that mud
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| Nigga like Pat don’t give no fuck
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| Busting that thumpa' screaming «Thug Life!»
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| Like 2Pac, went to jail and never ratted
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| Held it down for all my dogs
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| Hustla’s prayer on my arm tatted
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| Pussy nigga real acrobatic flipping on your homie
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| I’m the steak you the bologna I’m fifty karats you the phony
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| Hit a lick made for fifty yams
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| Took it off your ass this the street
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| Who you trusting fool
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| Put that in the stash bruh
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| My weight pull up move like that, no coming back
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| Just these chains fifty rocks for fifty shots in your ass
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| Yea, let me borrow your bitch
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| Just for tonight, I get her so fucking high
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| You think she just caught a flight
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| She ride my dick like a bike
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| I tell her suck it don’t bite
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| And you still cuffing that ho like you Miami Vice
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| Juicy J don’t love these bitches I just make love to these bitches
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| Then send them back to that same nigga that hug them and kiss them
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| I go to to sleep with my money I cuddle up with my dough
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| I wake up to that paper and then I go get some more
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| Fuck nigga what you talking 'bout, we don’t talk it out
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| We yellow tape and white chalk it out
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| Live everyday like a home run what I’m trying to say is we ball out
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| Your bedroom and your living room fit right inside my dog house
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| I’m searching hard for a fuck to give but I’m sorry
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| Looks like I’m all out
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| You will never be a G
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| Gold medals on my feet
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| White and gold Guiseppe nigga that a be a G
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| Got your bitch riding with me shoulda never let her leave
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| I’m a dog ass nigga and you know I play for keeps
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| Got your ho popping molly smoking medicated weed
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| Got your ho giving me sloppy while I estimate my cheese
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| While you niggas pillow talking like a bitch I’m getting rich
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| Spend a band sipping lean and Memphis ten with Three 6
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| Wack ass rappers, fake ass trappers, shoulda won an Oscar the way they acting
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| Mayday action, mayday action, when we come through with it y’all stay blasting
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| Pay for a feature I don’t wanna meet them, I don’t want amigo cause we’re not
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| equal
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| You not gangsta, you not gangsta, you not gangsta, you not either
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| Mafia, Mafia, Mafia-ah! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Be A G, artist - Mike WiLL Made It. Album song Been Trill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп