Letras
Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from.
Y'all make it happen, bro
What's your definition of the G
You can put it off in the back, so.
The other day I'm talking to a bitch
When she said, where you from
I said, I'm from G Street
She said, well, she ain't what
I'm like, she ain't really
She said, "well, I never heard of that, block"
I said, bitch what? Stop pwm google me
She said, what's your name
So she looked me up then
She said, "oh"
Verse. They say if she play a part, you gotta invest to get some dough to her
If she break your heart, you gotta fuck whoever close to her
You feel like she the one, you gotta introduce your folks to her
Come down to your son, you make your baby mom go through it
Man, we just havin' this bitch vibe, and some shit crossed my mind
and I felt like thin, and I was like, man, fuck it
Man, I never thought we'd go through it
Wish I would've known sooner
You ain't clear up no rumors, so fuck it, we gon' go through it
It ain't take me long to make this song
They told me don't do it
Dare you to go on the gram and say you wrong, I bet you won't do it
You not a man, so now I understand
That's why your hoes choosin strange fella
Bought that man that trailer, you was so goofy
Ah, yeah
This ain't about no distro cash, cause that shit go fast
Plus you in the rear, that shit won't last
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, lil' shit bro had
Rida comin' down 11, beggin' with his broke ass
Try and paint a different picture, and that shit so sad
Talkin' garbage for some pussy, when that shit so trash
Talkin' garbage for some pussy, when that shit so trash
Oh, you pissed now
Can't get no passes, you made the list now
Reason I ain't come to that show, ain't doin' no sit-downs
Fuck you on your kumbaya
When you see me, don't even greet me at Jumu'ah
I ain't wanna be on stage, I feel too offside