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cgb – water lyrics

[intro: cgb]
yo turn that sh+t up still

[verse 1: cgb]
yo, i’m richer than all of my opps
know that they mad cause my team ‘bout to pop
i do not f+ck with no cops
i’m avoiding the 12, i keep 6 got it locked
ice world, i’m frozen like rock
i’m icy, they f+ck with my rocks
they plays keep on keep on rising my stocks
i’m all about cash, i’m ‘bout gwap
mothaf+ckas take a seat, play my sh+t, hit repeat
i’m the hottest in the street, i’ve been chillin’ with my gs
i been bumpin’ since my teens, now i’m really makin’ green
now i’m really making c.r.e.a.m., what the f+ck you think it mean?
homie look at all my bape, homie look at all my ‘preme
check out the look on my face, you think i really wanna play?
all you b+tches ain’t the same, you just ain’t struggled the same
ya homie just told me you lame and you ain’t really gеtting cake
nah, you ain’t part of the game, now you rеally acting fake
all of your fam is miskeen, i been rockin’ with my team
we all really get the bag
yeah, we been hittin’ them l!cks, finessin’ and gettin’ them chips
yeah, i been talking my sh+t
penny to a dollar, gotta get rich
i’m still making my sh+t, i’m still getting so rich
pour up a four and i roll and i sip
me and mt probably smoke up a zip
i’m frozen like frigo, i’m shinin’ like diamonds
why you mad, cause i’m back on my sh+t?
homie be cheesed at your hits
don’t even try to play ‘round with my clique
last thing you hear’ll probably be a ‘cl!ck’
ya, i always got the highest bid
ya, there’s always money with the shift
i was workin’ was blessed with a gift
i been boolin’ workin’ with my dawgs
yeah i’m ‘bout to cash the f+ckin’ cheque, man
[verse 2: mtrockee]
i’m ‘bout to go cash me a cheque
can’t tolerate disrespect
here i’m with your b+tch, don’t be getting vexed
she want a real n+gga next, d+mn
catch me southside with the n+ggas smokin’ high grades for the sesh, uh
on the gram he look like the man, ‘til my n+ggas full court press, weak
b+tch i ain’t no cartoon, but you can put this johnny to the test
saying she single, i don’t care let’s mingle
your boyfriend he look like a mess
my n+ggas workin’ like some mexicans, catch a couple fades from my jamaicans
gas pack be my fragrance
she know we some legends in the makin’, why you still hatin’?
i gotta make it outta my block
money on my mind, and i f+ck with these thoughts
get some real estate then i find me a drop
key to the game and don’t you ever stop
me and cgb raise the level
you gon’ see us shinin’ right out the bezel
gettin’ to my goals can’t settle
straight gas n+gga, no brake pedal

[outro: mtrockee]
man you already know what the f+ck goin’ on, man
it’s mtrockee and cgb on the joint, man
know y’all been waitin’ for that, man
man you better go cop that, man
hit that download b+tton, man
you already know what’s poppin’, man

- cgb lyrics

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