| Ya boy Juicy J
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| You’ll never be a G
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| You’ll never be a G
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| I done sold them grams, robbed niggas for cash
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| I done bust that thumper on plenty niggas ass
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| Broke down plenty bales, so much clientele
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| Went to jail, would never tell, but some of you niggas will
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
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| When I was young, had the chopper; |
| Cock it
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| Project Pat was robbin
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| Like the Grinch bitch, takin shit; |
| Fillin up my stocking
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| Stocking cap on my skull nigga, better wipe off that mug
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| Nigga like Pat don’t give no fuck
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| Bustin that thumper screaming «Thug Life»
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| Like 2 Pac, went to jail and never ran it
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| Held it down for all my dogs, hustlers prayer oh my authentic
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| Pussy nigga, real acrobatic; |
| Flippin on ya homie
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| I’m the state you don’t bologna
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| I’m fifty karats, you the phony
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| Hit a lic, man for fifty yams; |
| Took it off your ass
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| This the street, who you trustin fool?
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| Put that in the stash
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| Round my way, pull a move like that; |
| No coming back
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| Just exchanged fifty rocks for fifty shots in your ass
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| I done sold them grams, robbed niggas for cash
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| I done bust that thumper on plenty niggas ass
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| Broke down plenty bales, so much clientele
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| Went to jail, would never tell, but some of you niggas will
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
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| Let me borrow your bitch… just for tonight
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| I’ll get her so fucking high
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| You’ll 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
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| I just make love to these bitches
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| Then send 'em back to that same nigga that hug 'em and kiss 'em
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| I go to sleep with my money, I cuddle up with my dope
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| I wake up to that paper and then I go get some more
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| Fuck nigga, what’cha talkina bout? |
| We don’t talk it out
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| We yellow tape and white chalk it out
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| Live every day like a homerun
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| What I’m tryin’a 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, looks like I’m all out
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| I done sold them grams, robbed niggas for cash
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| I done bust that thumper on plenty niggas ass
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| Broke down plenty bales, so much clientele
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| Went to jail, would never tell, but some of you niggas will
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
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| Cause you’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Be A G , by - Project Pat. Song from the album Mista Don't Play 2 Everythangs Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп