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B.G.
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Knock Out
In the Lex we gettin' blunted Fuckin' hoes and countin' money Niggas bout anything head bustin' and rap hustlin' Niggas that seventeen playin' wit cake nigga Nigga disrespcetin' mine look we pullin' triggas
Leavin' 'em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin' Nigga ya lights out we ain't 'bout no playin' and laughin' Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin' Four karat choppers out the window start to firing
Tag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds I catch one he catch one that's how it's goin' down Fuckin' right we do it once play them hoes like that While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back
We spend cash with each other Toss ass with each other And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other Fuckin' right, we click tight Nothin' come in between Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin' that green
There once was a nigga and his name was Turk He always shot balled and he put in his work Until one day he was bustin' with a dude Then he hit 'em with the K knocked 'em ouuta his shoes
B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds It's a must we stay vest up 'cuz we worth a lot of chesse Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe
Cash money worth figuers and it ain't no joke We ain't never been no hoe, so run up in ya smoke I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat Tuesday and Thursday, I lay low task force on they sweep
On Sunday I'm out shinnin' On the lake on crome straight blindin' Me and my round off in Whispers big tymin' Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin' At our concerts in helicopters we flyin' Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'
There once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.) 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 He drove around town with a 223 Until one day he was bustin' with a dude So he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes
Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha Me and the lil' Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya Turk, they got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G. Get in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the street
AKs and SK rifles I tote them Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke them Now when we ride, we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura) We love ta shine get down and dirty in black
I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready We'll leave ya block shook Fuck ya hoe and get a hook Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took
I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it Rub me the wrong way, I'ma draw down and start shootin' For my nigga, I'll blast be the first ta hit the set Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject
There once was some niggas out the CMB Some out the Mario some out that wild T.C. Until one day they was bustin' with some dudes So they hit 'em with the K knocked 'em outta they shoes
Uh, knocked 'em outta they shoes T.C. nigga knocked 'em outta they shoes V.L. nigga knocked 'em outta they shoes They knocked 'em outta they shoes
Hot Boys knocked 'em outta they shoes B.G. knocked 'em outta they shoes Nigga Turk knocked 'em outta they shoes The H.B.s knocked 'em outta they shoes
My nigga Baby knocked 'em outta they shoes My nigga Manny knocked 'em outta they shoes Knocked 'em outta they shoes Knocked 'em outta they shoes
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