Rick Ross - I'm a G
[Chorus]Uh, I wear the gun like a gurtleBullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtleShit, these niggas ain't satisfied until they get murdered u heard meYeah and I'ma G you don't know a motherfuckin' thing bout meI tell u one motherfuckin' thing bout me bitch I got so much money on me uhI'm lookin' thug in the Bentley (who)I gotta few slugs don't temp me (ah)Khaled put me up on the firm mats (Khaled)I'ma million dollar nigga lets confirm that (Ross)I rep carrot city out in Vegas (Vegas)N the matchin' huned thousand dollar bracelet (who)Mo' guns then the matrix (matrix)Neo reload get ya face twistCartel cocaine by the cases (cases)Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)Rick Ross I'ma Real threat[Chorus]Standin' in the blue house choppa in my right handStomach growlin' bris gotta feed the famI gotta meet a man the man with them kilogramsHe bouta get jammed by the open locker goonsI found a needle in the hay stack (hay stack)Put boy in to flood the streets n got my weight backNow I'm known around day as the young donAin't no bitch made pussy's where I come from (nah)Ain't no dick ain't stoppin' shit8 pound on the pinky bird fat on the wrist(On the wrist) so far so hoodWhen the rounds hit his ass it ain't look so good (so good)Now he leavin' in a black bagHe a roach the bris be the black flagAnd don't leave ya dope round meStraight gutter 4real ask ya homie bout me[Chorus]Fat paper bag brown paper bagRubber band green paper cash (yep)Fuck with 'em get the laser tagYall niggas better wave a flag it is ovaI walk wit a hand gun ride with moreFrom it must been a coop or somethin'Since I love her I'ma put some candy on that hoeI go topless no panties on that hoe(see) yall niggas think its sweet sweet tooth niggas get shot in the teethLike that boy I got guns where guns ain't suppose to beYou need to get a full dose of me (I'm crack) yeah[Chorus]Niggas low I'm illatic (whoo)Know who you dealin' with (whoo)Fuck ya pretty whip you niggas ain't killin' shitEvery bird I whip fuckin' every bird I'm witI'm ya makeveli sucker where that murder hitYall niggas ain't trill (trill)Yall niggas know the deal (deal)Yall niggas wanna deal (deal)What you talkin' is irrelevant (relevant)Shit a leave a whole in a elephant (boom)So if I got it them I'm sellin' it (sellin' it)Need cheese cake like Frederick (who)U hear the rederick prick u not a predictRick in a 7 6 six shot metal kit (Ross)[Chorus]
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