a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

g $money - m.a.a.d city (remix) lyrics

g, just, spit, fire
what up spit fire source
they call me fire star
that’s a fib
fire boss
ok i’m crazy
take your baby
maybe
rock a by katie
you cannot haze me
i been raw
even though my
grammar raised me
thank god for the life
he gave me
thank god for the mom
he gave me
thank god for the friends
that ride to the end
mad city
try to change me
rearrange g ?
come on baby
i’m not 18
i’m 23
not hennessy
just od on me
i been ot
no shine
losing my mind
spit a verse
that’s a curse
cause
trinis ain’t buying
i rip sh-t up
any day
don’t give a f-ck
what you gotta say
some trini rappers
sound very g-y
ain’t no beef
don’t carry steak
9 to 5
but i’m down to ride
just step inside
my third eye
my third eye
go off trigger
them birds fly
top off n-gga
jigga where @
those haters say
i can’t rap
g money on the map
b-tch
ask your mom
about that
as a matter of fact
i’m going
till i’m under attack
my flow
sure to make and impact
tony gave me this track
homicide
check your momma eyes
don’t give a f-ck about that
gave a f-ck about you,
never gave a f-ck
about cr-p
trinidad on my back
your chick rack
big in fact
-ss so fat
when i tap that -ss
she dont wanna
call you back

- g money lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS