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Giggs
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So what you saying, cuz?
About to switch it up
Up the levels
Best of the best
Tricky, what you saying, 'scuse? This thing
Dubz, what you saying back, cuz?
Giggs, what you saying man in this thing?
Ah, that's a madness, let's go!
They start saying "yala"
"Yala", I've been saying "yala"
When, when i was going hard on the strip all day
A hundred wraps in the collar
These times us were talking back color
Me, I was moving rapid, baller
Now I mean baller
Used to get keys off of "hola"
They only know about G's 'cause them-a follow
Follow fashion niggas
No homo, fully smash-em niggas
If it's a party bar money, yeah
Nothing but a party down, fully crash-em niggas
How much harder than the other niggas?
I'm hot lava to the other niggas
Make a boy cut a line in his back and
He be looking life-brother to the other niggas
It's just talk, I ain't got enough
No, I get money, I ain't got bluff
Baby, I'm a boss, my niggas roll life, no lie, I ain't rough
Somebody please tell 'em
My boys don't play games
And even if he asks the po-po
They'll probably tell you that's Fem's last name
What's that? A motherfucking felon
I'm good, who you motherfucking tellin'?
I look him dead in his eyes when he say smell me
Like, who you motherfucking smellin'?
You look around, you can see
All around niggas know about me
Baby boy, I'm a motherfucking G
Pay 24 motherfucking K
Went back in a month, broke it down into bits
Went hard, bought a motherfucking freight
They come around me with the funny walk
On the road, had the funny talk
But I don't pay 'em no mind, so high
I don't even see the guns my money bought
And they just playing for bitches
And they think they're out stunting
And me, I run the B.I.A
Yeah, and that's bitches in abundance
Cause I got bitches in abundance
They just think they're all heavy
I know you think you seeing niggas, right?
But I'm just seeing bitches in abundance
Rats, snitches in abundance
Trapped, glitches in abundance
Underneath half-a-wraps in a week, easy
Yeah boy, I was pitching in abundance
Tricky, let me... what you saying, fam?
Let me take it from here, if you don't mind
Mi casa es tu casa
Who's that rapper? He's like Mufasa
Row hand solo, beast like Chewbacca
Sheet like baseball, he's the new batter
This my house, he's the new gaffer
Drop that rock off to the loose asher
Man get money, he's the food masher
So I beef us, screech it through pasher
Those soldiers used to move nervous
Watch them German Luger dudes surface
Watch them burger dudes remove gherkins
Spray so wild, could shoot the wrong person
Fuck! 'Cause that means a dude cursing
A nigga gon' need some new fir-zin
Just move my stuff in that three-bed
And now I just need to move hers in
It's looking like we the new sirs then
OG rap, no we don't do urban
Fuck radio, man need the raw version
Straight high-grade, the reef-a excursion
Yeah, Zubi gon' need some more herbs then
House party, we gon' need some more birds then
I'm guessing it's me that's up first then
Strip searches and it's me that's gone search then
Got ten chicks for weekends and Thursdays
Tell 'em don't text, just meet me up Merston
Ah! Fuck! You know what?
It's mental, throw your chains up, get your kettles out
See that nigga on the corner with his metal out
That nigga said he's a baller, got his cheddar out
I can show you I'm a baller, but I'm never out
And it ain't because a man's shook, I'm just clever now
Slightly went a little mental, but it's better now
Niggas didn't want to know before, but they're begging now
Now they want to put their money up, yeah they're betting now
Switching, want a go running, fuck them other niggas
Man are getting money 'cause we love them figures
Like it or you don't, man you coming with us
Don't be getting money, acting funny with us
Nigga, this the come-in, the become-in, niggas
Bitches in the dressing room, I see these bitches loving niggas
Jumping out the pram, them be dummy niggas
That's just how I am, man I'm dummy niggas
A new macker then, you black out
You so washed up now, you fross out
Cough in that Pyrex, you cash out
Eat rap then digest, blue gas out
Hey Dubz, give 'em a next flow again man, fuck that!
What you saying?
Fifth gear, you know my niggas winning
Taking all the women, I'm about to run a train
Like a locomotive, listen
And I'm in the pole position, suck me 'til my toes are twitching
I fuck a bitch and belt, and you know there's no conditioning
Ain't no robot what I'm whipping, but there's coke up in the kitchen
Tryna grab Elizabeth with the choke to submission
I will lick a pussy down, but I don't go without the ribbon
You say "bug" when I stop spitting 'cause I'm bolder and I'm bigger
Than a bug us up, niggas, them hope us up niggas
I ain't talking about the hoe when I say I'm focused on my figures
I'm the dopest, I'm the illest, Dolce & Gabbana, yeah my clothes is handpicked
And I'm bossy, got a big head, them man there said they're ghostly
And they're wicked 'cause their girl want to get close to me and toast to me
Shit, they're hosts to me, tearing off their hose for me
Give a bitch a pearl necklace, I don't mean no rosary
Them man they're posing, said they want put holes in me
But I got my nigga Base and I got soul in me
Jumping out the white range, do it all socially
'Cause I got my butter up and I got the toast with me
If you want to knuckle up, want to go blows with me
Best have your shut-eye 'cause I got something close to me
Can't come close to me, even when I die, niggas can't dance over me
Even when I ride, I don't let man chauffeur me
Nah, never that!
D-U-B-Z, old school like Keith Sweat
I'm a UKG to E-Z, plus I get back to G each set
That's why I step in Louis V with Queen's Eds
Your B's press, your D-press, sitting with your little rejects tryna breed them
And I got sweets left if you want share
You can get a couple Haribo for your bean-eds
And I make hard-ball, I don't mean egg
I pop 'em in the soul, watch the trees veg
Then I put them on to flour, couple weeks left
Then I get 'em all flush, get the cheese clear
The mixtape's coming, better prepare, straight structure
We ain't spitting any weak shit, nah
Don't be sitting in this seat there, that's the throne
Don't be sitting in the king's chair
That was hard, man
Tricky, Dubz, Giggs, yeah
What you saying? Free the hard way, what you saying?
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