With glee so I can possibly end my existence G.H.B. ain't no need 4 resistance, X.T.C. Yeah, X.T.C. (I love you very much) G.H.B. (I love you very much
-life Now they don't understand me no more So we can't communicate, went through it on my own That's why I can't pick up the phone No one know what's
wasn't Had me dumpin' out the back of cadillac's on walter Got a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my momma I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might
Can't smoke a "b" without no weed in it though, Pimp ala 'g' got her face in the pillow, but really though, Ain't got no time for a silly ho
come up on another g The broad all up under me tryin ta smother me Lookin love-ly while I roll another bead, suddenly She learned that I don't deal
's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't
, shout have you rollin yo eyes you a big fine horse I had no choice but to try look like its worth a couple g's, but that aint the shit that I buy. Let
brother he can't fuck with my beats So if you wanna be bangin nigga the good shit don't come cheap I'm talkin 7000 over 3 knock off a G Cause fool this
G, that's why I ain't in your choir 'Cause I see, 'cause I know The church ain't nothin' but a fashion show Get the devil to a 187 And they won't call
t, no they won't, no they won't They won't call me a nigga when I get to Heaven No they won't, no they won't, no they won't The same white man that threw
you to sleep No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11's keep spittin Killers they cheat *?that they ass?* Punk one-times gaffle to my homey Tiny T's battle ground 187's, 211's
geah, that's kinda cool You wanna max? 7 digits on my new contracts Guarantee paper stacks, dips in - nautica slacks Y'all know who's the macks And bitches - this ain't
thanks to that, they ranked him wack, only thing that's left to do, was to go gangsta rap, so now he rhyme about the keys being sold, the G's being fold
album about to drop in 7 days But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
hunts Dip with the potion, motherfuckers acting ferocious It's like a force I can't control it, you see it in mine That's when you get burn and you learn
' at your picture my nigga Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liquor We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure Nigga I miss
thang This called "Don't You Know" Go on ladies you need to get wet on this one (Chorus:) Don't you know, that I love you so Don't you know, that I love
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