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Huey
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Tell Me This (G-5) (Explicit Version)
作詞:Lawrence Frank, Ruben Gonzalez, John Wesley
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane? (Me) Got bad ass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough My charms gleam
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane? (Me) Got bad ass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough My charms gleam
All eyes on me like Tupac 26's on the drop and 2 blocks What am I? Everything you not ballin' Raised off them true blocks
Interior paint, rims color coordinated Yes, yes, it's blessed as if the Lord made it Naw nigga, don't jack, that's for your safety My gun's got heat sensors and no safety
I'm an expert in anything that I do No cubics, all diamonds are blue I know ya heard about me No, I'm not worried about ya
I sit back, relax, sittin' on Louis couches That's right, the truth is out, bitch I knock your toothless out, bitch You ain't ready for what I'm bringing
And who I'm out with You can flex, front hard if you want to Meantime, Huey gon' do What the fuck he want to
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane? (Me) Got bad ass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough My charms gleam
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane? (Me) Got bad ass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough My charms gleam
Who's flier than a G-5 airplane? (Me) Got bad ass bitches playing choo-choo train Throw a stack up on it, I'll throw a stack back Put some gangsters on it, I'ma push some gangster back
It's time to face the facts, the rest of you niggas is lame I'll tell ya boss the same, yeah, I'm killing the game Yeah, I'ma A 'n' R but I got an AR that shoot real far もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Go straight up through ya car
I'm flier than flavor, stay ducking a hater Fuck what you talking about, my nigga we getting that paper I know u heard about us, Hitz Committee, the shit
H U E Y, he fly, he the type of guy That make a whole lot of money for his company Committee, how we living, never tricking that's a felony I stay so high, I'm so fly these niggas starting to call me G-5
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane? (Me) Got bad ass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough My charms gleam
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane? (Me) Got bad ass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough My charms gleam
I'm fly as a pelican, fly as you ever been For you haters, guess what? My career will never end, 'bout to cop a berry Benz Sit it on some berry rims In the hood selling stocks of shit with berry stems
I'm getting heavy cake, can't carry my heavy safe But I got heavy K's to lift up your heavy face As a child I never had a nice life But thanks to Angie and Memph, I'm in the bright lights
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane? (Me) Got bad ass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough My charms gleam
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane? (Me) Got bad ass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough My charms gleam
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane? (Me) Got bad ass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough My charms gleam
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane? (Me) Got bad ass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough My charms gleam
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