| These rich sluts love me like I’m Morris Chestnutt
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| They hit me on the 2-way, beggin to link up
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| My wrist is blinged up, canary and blue
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| For them project chicks, that be actin new
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| I got 3 trucks, 2 Coupes, all in a month
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| Blowin hundreds in Northern Light, stuffin the blunt
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| Catch a stunt in the drop Lambo
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| My P.O. |
| think he Rambo, but I’m still holdin on that ammo
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| Everybody rat now, spittin on the beat tapes
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| Dirtball niggas, can’t even pee straight
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| My mansion shit, moved in the West wing
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| You broke-ass niggas couldn’t buy a chicken wing
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| Stop it money, I’m out for the profit money
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| And that advance that you got, be my pocket money
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| Yeah, my transporter’s cute but’s got a real flat chest
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| Put a brick in her bra, she a 36 F
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| You got diesel on your strip, that’s that G shit
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| You got your bitch movin bricks, that’s that G shit
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| You takin out of town trips, that’s that G shit
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| You catchin fishscale flips, that’s that G shit
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| I was slingin, on the corner
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| Seen this fiend I, ran up on her
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| She was lookin, kinda hungry
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| So I gave her, five 20's
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| When she handed, me the money
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| Man the money was marked
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| Here come the NARC’s, do doo doo
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| Duckin the D’s, runnin the P’s
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| Tossin my cheese, man I got these hoes on they knees
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| Yo my coke is Snow White and my workers the 7 Dwarves
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| I got what you need homey hard or soft
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| Man, I drop bombs like Hiroshima
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| I got the heroin cut, with the bomb bonita
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| Task force got me hemmed up, facin the wall
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| Cause I’m up in the mornin slingin wake-up calls
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| Dimes and 20's, don’t you know, time is money
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| I done slept in spots straight supplyin junkies
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| You got diesel on your strip, that’s that G shit
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| You got your bitch movin bricks, that’s that G shit
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| You takin out of town trips, that’s that G shit
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| You catchin fishscale flips, that’s that G shit
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| What’chu know about, measuring spoons bags and scales
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| My hood’s a goldmine but it’s hot as hell
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| There’s money to make, I scuff my Timbs runnin from Jake
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| And got knocked with my ratchet, jumpin the gate
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| Listen I been had the fishscale, and the white butter
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| Since Heavy D was known as the «Overweight Lover» (believe me!)
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| Sling that D, sling that coke
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| Sling that meth, 'til your spot is hot death
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| Yo D’s kicked my door for the search and seizure
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| My moms dropped to the floor, and she caught a seizure
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| I got 4 workers, and one lookout for the jux’ers
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| A mac in the garbage and a mac in the bushes
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| This is drug dealer rap, a mean 16
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| I’m Tony Yayo, I’m a hustler’s dream
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| You got diesel on your strip, that’s that G shit
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| You got your bitch movin bricks, that’s that G shit
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| You takin out of town trips, that’s that G shit
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| You catchin fishscale flips, that’s that G shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G-Shit, artist - Tony Yayo. Album song Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп