Celeb Forever City Of G's текст песни, слова песни City Of G's Celeb Forever & Bun B
Celeb Forever - City Of G's
feat. Bun B
Buncha bad bitches, what they bring? cool whip
Match made in heaven, church weed.
Porsche 911, four-speed
I don't chase my bitches
I don't chase my liquor
They staring when we show up, nigga take a picture
Y'all out here getting rich
We're out here getting richer
Oh we big, oh we big, fuck these niggas, we the people
We gonna run the city, do it now cause the g's
[?] stick it 5 pounds, what you need
You hear the [gunshots]
RIP to all the real niggas
All the G's, all the G's
All the G's RIP to all the G's
All the G's, all the G's
All the G's RIP to all the G's
RIP to all the real niggas
All the G's, all the G's
Ok, golly, golly, golly
All these bitches popping Marley blunt
Popping dot com, I ain't stopping ask somebody
I'm a cold motherfucker, cold,
I'm coldest bitch, I'm really like Rihanna [?] on
I'm [?] ok
I need some new haters, all my old ones started liking me
A hundred [?] shoes, who the fuck told you that life was cheap
A gentleman pull out my stick,
Ask your bitch what she'd like to see
Red bottoms, Louis Vuittons, I get new pairs like twice a week
Turn up, turn up, we the cool shit
Buncha bad bitches, what they bring? cool whip
Match made in heaven church weed
Porsche 911, four-speed
I don't chase my the bitches
I don't chase my liquor
They staring when we show up, nigga take a picture
Y'all out here getting rich
We're out here getting richer
Oh we big, oh we big, fuck these niggas, we the people
We bout, we bout weed and cool shit
[?] bad bitch [?] cool whip
Match made in heaven church wig
Course 9 11, force [?]
I don't chase my the bitches
I don't chase my liquor
They staring [?] nigga take a picture
Y'all out here getting rich
We're out here getting richer
Oh we big, oh we big, fuck these niggas [?]
I gots my mind on my money and my money on my mind
I'm focus on my [?] so I'm staying on my grind
I'm down for whatever any place in any time
Anywhere with anybody, draw the motherfucking like
If you got the nuts to cross it, gone [?] main
If you down to little more shit, go and hit and bang
We ain't scared of the pistol play
Go ahead and blast one
Cause that heater that you holdin
Ain't the last one
The motherfuckers made, the motherfuckers make it
So have it on your head, then go ahead with the faking
We high up on the hall, get the bread for the baken
And if it ain't nodoy getting it, I'm fin to start take it
Cause I'm
We bout, we bout weed and cool shit
[?] bad bitch [?] cool whip
Course 9 11, force [?]
I don't chase my the bitches
I don't chase my liquor
They staring [?] nigga take a picture
Y'all out here getting rich
We're out here getting richer
Oh we big, oh we big, fuck these niggas [?]
We gonna run the city, do it now cause the g's
[?] stick it 5 pounds, what you need
You hear [?]
RIP to all the real niggas
All the G's, all the G's
All the G's RIP to all the G's
All the G's, all the G's
All the G's RIP to all the G's
RIP to all the real niggas
All the G's, all the G's.
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