City Of Gs-Celeb Forever

歌手 : Celeb Forever

专辑 : 歌曲合辑

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:52

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TXT City Of Gs-Celeb Forever 文本歌词

City Of Gs - Celeb Forever

Okay w**d and the cool sh*t

Buncha bad b**ches what they bring cool whip

Match made in heaven church w**d

Porsche 911 four-speed

I don't chase my b**ches

I don't chase my liquor

They staring when we show up ni**a take a picture

Y'all out here getting rich

We're out here getting richer

Oh we big oh we big f**k these niggas we the people

We gonna run the city do it now cause the g's

From stick it 5 pounds what you need

You hear the

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 b**ches popping Marley blunt

Popping dot com I ain't stopping ask somebody

I'm a cold motherf**ker cold

I'm coldest b**ch I'm really like Rihanna right on

I'm not ok

I need some new haters all my old ones started liking me

A hundred of shoes who the f**k told you that life was cheap

A gentleman pull out my stick

Ask your b**ch 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 sh*t

Buncha bad b**ches what they bring cool whip

Match made in heaven church w**d

Porsche 911 four-speed

I don't chase my the b**ches

I don't chase my liquor

They staring when we show up ni**a take a picture

Y'all out here getting rich

We're out here getting richer

Oh we big oh we big f**k these niggas we the people

We gonna run the city do it now cause the g's

From stick it 5 pounds what you need

You hear the

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

I gots my mind on my money and my money on my mind

I'm focus on my speed so I'm staying on my grind

I'm down for whatever any place in any time

Anywhere with anybody draw the motherf**king like

If you got the nuts to cross it gone need main

If you down to little more sh*t 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 motherf**kers made the motherf**kers 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 w**d and cool sh*t

Which bad b**ch which cool whip

Course 9 11 four-speed

I don't chase my the b**ches

I don't chase my liquor

They staring shower ni**a take a picture

Y'all out here getting rich

We're out here getting richer

Oh we big oh we big f**k these niggas with the people

We gonna run the city do it now cause the g's

From stick it 5 pounds what you need

You hear the

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