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g thang - yg lyrics

[intro]
cooking soul four hunny

[verse 1]
she want to f-ck me to suck me she want to lick me and do me
she want to f-ck and make a movie in the jacuzzi
young spike lee f-cking with my white tee
hard on a b-tch now her momma don’t like me
she got a thing for rappers she got a thing for choppers
she want me unless i ain’t got a thing for saggers
i got a thing for bad b-tches marijuana big money son
whips s-x here to couple grand beside us
i was jacker yeah i used to rob n-gga’s
now i ball around the team so i can live n-gga’s
if i waited for i went back to rob n-gga’s
bro these for the hoes young mob n-gga
and these hoes is scandalous that’s why we do them how we do them
she pickup a soft n-gga at least i got to use them
young n-gga go hard or go home
two ugly b-tches that’s a no no

[chorus]
smoking out the gl-ss house
f-ck her til she p-ss out
i be on that g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t
twist her dolls and kill i be working on a mil
i’m about to crack a seal we be on that g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t

[verse 2]
aight all sh-t aside i’m the type of guy that make a mil overnight no lie (no lie)
welcome to the dope game it’s why i’m so crash and so vane
this life will take a toll on you(how) b-tches dancing on the pole for you(wow)
got a team of dope lawyers(why) cause i live in a state of paranoia(paranoid)
and now i’m sniffing boy boy i sell to anyone like i go door to door uh
of course i did the warriors hundred packs out to georgia
akron ohio (what up dog) now acting all high furlutily
yeah money root to sleep you should get used to me (b-tch)

[chorus]
uh smoking out the gl-ss house
f-ck her til she p-ss out
i be on that g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t
twist her dolls and kill i be working on a mil
i’m about to crack a seal we be on that g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t g sh-t

[verse 3]
a v d b young ted that’s one nation we on your head
we’ll off your head b-tch for that bread
b-tch n-gga lay in the bed we spread the leg
(any moment in a heart beat) and all my money can’t f-ck with me
they wish that the gon f-ck with me but can’t n-body f-ck with me
i swear to god they should f-ck with me them n-gga’s gonna wish the f-cked with me
and that will come out real sweet b-tch turn into my enemy
that g sh-t that g sh-t that g sh-t that g sh-t that g sh-t that g sh-t ( hey blanco good looking)

[verse 4]
pack cush all in the swisher they mad well f-ck em n-gga react get the clutch and triggers the mac a nine milli get stacks the bay to l.a that’s how we play p-ssy n-gga want to act monkey banana clip brrr stickery clip keep spitting mobbing til the end and we winning west coast familiar and we don’t f-ck with ya’ll cause you don’t look familiar say that boy i’m cold but mother f-cking i get chillier
pull up in that coupe with that igloo ceiling bra see listening what i’m telling ya
we get paid money while you smoke in her apartment n-gga we blow ciroc
beach panorama view my jury clear too abbey a foolish they don’t do it like you do it
boss n-gga bought my things you get subtracted by doing
you ain’t g you don’t live by these rules p for p-ssy now that’s more like you
two b-tches with me and they dyk-s too
ride black on black with the matte that’s a triple threat
if a b-tch spilling clear on the dairy i dear
real n-gga from the double u see n-gga’s about to fold
getting tired up in the drive why we just not
sprite pinker than her p-ssy one nation my n-gga’s moving
you snitch n-gga’s keep it pushing i don’t know who you’re fooling
i live by i die by these g sh-t in the streets i ride ride ride ride

[outro]
gangsta weezy
can we get a mother f-cking moment of silence for this small chronic break

- yg lyrics

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