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g'neaux (wise g) - givin grace (25 wives freestyle) lyrics

i say it smell like p-sssyyyyyy
you n-ggas is so rookie
smokin on a spliffy writing lyrics til they book me
how dare you think that u shook me
i bob when i weave
been tryna avoid the stress but kinda noid off this weed
this presidential election got me sowing my seeds
don’t know what you tryna do but n-gga i gotta leave
did i slip up on the tip up did i plant me a seed?
did i dive & swim for to long sh-t had me wet to my knees
oh please
if only ya raps was good as ya confidence
thought i could f-ck wit tha wave but it got too many riding it
it got too many riding d-ck
they f-gs on the low
bad b-tches all in ya videos but gag on the low
you sagging to low
that’s why you n-ggas laggin fasho
while i’m just smokin bags & plottin on on some cash on the low
the movement steady moving, my n-ggas steady groovin
& ian talking dancing you n-ggas p-ss when you panic

this that rim rock
true hip hop
you p-ssy n-ggas can, kick rocs
get zip locked
for f-cking wit a n-gga shamrocks
these hands lock
i’m coming repping for the have nots
no hand outs i stand out
like a outkast
this big boi need him some stacks
a chubby n-gga need cake and ian talkin bout snacks
only bosses in my circle homie that is a fact
building up a empire with the power to match
i got the keys to success just tryna open the latch
so f-cking tires of raisin canes that sh-t ain’t making no scratch
put a limit on my paper while i’m struggling to rap
i just wanna go to the stu and i’m struggling with that
sometimes i get tears in my eyes cause i just get so confused
d-mn near blow my head off tryna think of a move
what can i do? the stress taking a toll on my brain
but i still walk through the storm without getting a stain
see i done been through the valley i was born in the rain
i was born to maintain i pray and stay in my lane
you swerving all of the road
slam ya brakes lost control
now u sitting witcha thumb out tryna catch u a stroll
i can’t make that otha sh-t cause it ain’t catching my soul
its really wreckin my soul, disrespecting my soul
can’t put no check in my soul
you got my highly confused
and all his reefer in the air thats what we highly abuse
see i’ve been highly amuzed
by just living my life
conversations with my savior am i living it right ?
when i die i wonder if my soul will fly in the sky?
i wonder what’s in the sky?
i wonder what’s in the light?
i wonder what’s in this high?
that got me gone for some daze
seeing colors on the walls it got me feeling amazed
all this h-ll that we raise, i know it must be a heaven
because the bible told me so & see my pops was a reverend
& i remember when we used to have the talks in the gap
realist man i ever met and on my life that’s a fact
hardest working man i know and on my life that’s a fact
its only right leave my whole entire life on a track
they be like oh that boy lil gineaux he be nice on the track
he spit that fire & ice, make you gon head think twice on a track
make you think tyson was back, this new jack city flow you know i spit the nicest of crack
& if they talking lyricism i’m the nicest with that
talk is cheap
that’s why i barely open up my mouth even to speak
these n-ggas lowkey hatas watch yo step & wipe yo feet
and remember keep that crown up on yo head & tuck yo heat

king sh-t

- gneaux wise g lyrics

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