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Kidd Kidd - Im A G (Bury Me A G) (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Doe B)
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'Im A G (Bury Me A G) (Remix)' Lyrics - Kidd Kidd ft. Doe B
Here is Im A G (Bury Me A G) (Remix) Lyrics by Kidd Kidd Ft. Doe B
When i die hold my soul and fly
Lord know that I try
On my ground pop told that fine money on my mind
Look in my ...you can see I’m high
Bitch respect my mind and step a side
Me ain’t bout that life you just to run
My bitch will die and she keep it on
From nine to five
I wanna fuck she won’t give it up
She ain’t wait no time
Doing fine I drop a shut
Oen of the kind, you must be drunk
They see me shine, they world is mine
I’m a G, bury me as G. In the past means
Fresh tee, two religion gens man I rest in peace
I’m a G, bury me as G bitch rememeber me
Bury me a G., bury me a G.
I’m a G, bury me as G. In the past means
Fresh tee, two religion gens man I rest in peace
Man I’m a G
I’m a G, bury me as G bitch rememeber me
Bury me a G., bury me a G.
Knowing me as G.
Can’t care what that my nigga
Bury be a G., Gucci on my feet
All my school ...[play with me
They offer to team, I cut your ...
Eat dollars ain’t you standing outside your duplex
With two test I let it both ...so they call ém and do it
Leave it all or do it
Don’t try me like russian roulet
Witjh aloaded revolver come and come opon, you’re smarter
I’ll find some harder to click
What do all not do in the ...
Every night it’s a scary side
You’re scrared and harder to ..
They laws ain’t calling for notthin
Dogs ain’t walking for nottin
Streets ain’t taling for nothin
My piece on ain’t for nottin
For street ..niggas ain’t ...nigga ain’t get for me here
..without you because they take before they blink ..
All night there G
I’m a G, bury me as G. In the past means
Fresh tee, two religion gens man I rest in peace
I’m a G, bury me as G bitch rememeber me
Bury me a G., bury me a G.
I’m a G, bury me as G. In the past means
Fresh tee, two religion gens man I rest in peace
I’m a G, bury me as G bitch rememeber me
Bury me a G., bury me a G.
I ain’t gotta take you
Bitch I’mma show you no body know you
Haven’t met we rock and roll this
We packed some posters and go ..
Can’t get that ...
We split the goal up
We’re young soujlas
No body fallw us, if they did we wouldn’t notice
We’re on that corner geting load it
This could be ..i heard you crip and ..
We bout to going
Man it’s gonna kick the ...
Wich one to do it
We’re in the streets be forever see
Rast in piec, man I rather you instead of me
I can never be playing like a sucker never me
I’m a g. Kept it G
You know whre you;’re from
Nine’s on eto the death for me
I’m a G, bury me as G. In the past means
Fresh tee, two religion gens man I rest in peace
I’m a G, bury me as G bitch rememeber me
Bury me a G., bury me a G.
I’m a G, bury me as G. In the past means
Fresh tee, two religion gens man I rest in peace
I’m a G, bury me as G bitch rememeber me
Bury me a G., bury me a G.
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Sunday, January 12, 2014 |
Raekwon - I Wanna Know Lyrics and Video (Ft. Doe B & T.I.)
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'I Wanna Know' Lyrics - Raekwon ft. Doe B & T.I.
Here is I Wanna Know Lyrics by Raekwon Ft. Doe B & T.I.
(Intro)
Real niggas in the house
You already know
Niggas sit down and play pool and shit
Relax
But niggas don’t know inside them motherfuckin pool balls is nothing but blow
Been getting money nigga
You already know, boy
Toes off, niggas let’s go, man come on
(Verse)
Raised off a knucklehead block, you know the pattern
Black Reeboks all day, let’s beat it captain
Posin in hostage, Wooldridge galacious
Clear gazelles, crushed diamonds in the boxes
Way it getting spiral, sneaker game rival
Front on me, see 24 caleigles
Join niggas a hand, well hold up, let me change shit
Feds is listening cali ghosts ran quick
Thugs blow alcohol, white bitches tap em all
So fuck their asses some, young bastard up
Icy in the Aspens so much dough it’s elastic
Fuck with the choose crews and black fits
Might break a man, the heart that’ll shake a man
Smack the bones out of yo skin, break a fam
We the veterans, so many little niggas feather skinned
Well corny dub, drown you in your leather kid
Slim thirsty, what’s the word? Reimburse me
Two tags on, it’s neck bird sweetie
Check writtin liars, pull a gold out of yo mouth
With rusty pliers, take down my flyers
(Interlude)
You already know what it is nigga
This is not a game, this is not televised
This some shit that happened on a train nigga
(Verse)
I’m from the home of the cop killers, raised to be a ridin nigga
Rob niggas, shot niggas, you know I got this hal in me
Real deal, holy feel
They not authentic
Nah, these niggas half-baked, crab cakes
Bitch, it’s baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make the ground shake
Show no pity, charging cities, niggas, outta town rate
Why you lil niggas sendin Wayne on the ounce plate?
I’m in my house shoes, making major balls moves
30 long, make the world move at a cold shoot
Old cats want they corner back, you know I’m off duty
They tryna keep up with him, your stars, I eat dust nigga
I’m startin to heat up nigga
The show, wuttup nigga
West Verdana, this is chess not checkers
Real finesser nigga, tryna molest his sister
Black mamba in my jungle possessed with venom
Heat former and I stop em, the rest is history
Small house, droppin off a 8 ball
(Verse)
To a big deal, 36 mill in my escro
You walk up with yo chest swole,
Make it deflate, Biggie and key send we away on that knee chain
Not cool what we do
38 special in my boot, I’ll shoot you from my shoe nigga
My wife say it’s a shame how you niggas
I said you want me to starve em out?
She said nah boo, get em
Showed er why I’mma handle all you niggas
Like the bitches that you are, don’t make me get you out that car
And getting it goin in yo shit
Why you poppin off and boy you know I’m with this shit
We rollin slow, I’ll get you here
Pull up on more and I’m with this shit
Hoe wherever you at
I’mma know it’s wherever you at that’s not where you better be at
Or else
Tell yo mama pick the cats to herself
Hope it make her feel better
You a dick, the first year I ease up
But he’s still a dead motherfucker
Ain’t no bullets in the gun, you know you scared motherfucker
And I’m still a bank head motherfucker
Whip the plug for the low for the bread motherfucker
I said I’m still a bank head motherfucker
Whip the plug for the low for the bread motherfucker
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Wednesday, January 01, 2014 |
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