jimberch - greg paul (feat. rodrick) lyrics
i got a chinese b+tch but now she say she j+panese
weed, fent, cocaine, sh+t from overseas
tons of clothes from overseas
rick owens and balenciaga sh+t thats my only tees
and i f+ck on h+lla b+tches i might have herpes
and my passenger so pretty her name is codeine
and my b+tch so pretty i hope she don’t see greg paul
and my kids so little i told ‘em stay away from greg paul
and my b+tch she little i might f+ck on her like greg paul
million dollar venues wit me and rodrick now wе rich like greg paul (greg paul)
i just told ‘еm i’m rich like greg paul (greg paul)
i got million dollars like my name greg paul (greg paul)
i got h+lla bodies like my name greg paul (greg paul)
and i’ll fight you, i’m greg paul (greg paul)
hmm
(rodrick: verse)
f+ckin’ on a b+tch like i’m greg paul
your b+tch told me that your c+ck small
f+ck around with me smash your head through a f+cking wall
and i f+ck your b+tch in the bathroom stall
yea i take her to the mall
buy her sh+t ‘cuz i’m her sugar daddy
yea she really bratty, bratty sis post that sh+t on p+rnhub
she not my main, she a sub
go to the strip club to get a f+cking chub
take ya b+tch home ‘cuz she know i ain’t no scrub
(jimberch: verse 2)
(greg paul)
how my b+tch white and the baby mixed?
that b+tch need gorilla glue on her p+ssy lips
i’m like greg paul i hit the dab then f+ck on a minor
i made 10 bands sat back and jerked in my recliner
sweetw+ter told me he ain’t white he is irish
watching leaked p+rn might give my phone a f+cking virus
(greg paul)
drive the car sippin’ codeine
i move fast can’t go slow
and my cash movin’ fast
opps left in last
i just took so much money and the karma gonna show
but i’m up for right now and it’s leather on the coat
and my b+tch she keep on texting, i block before the show
and my bm always stressin’ i ain’t paying you dumb ho
and it’s vetements on the coat
and it’s ricky on the toe
and it’s—
hey, yuh
v+e+t+e+m+e+n+t+s, b+tch i’m blessed
(jimberch: outro)
i got more money then saudi arabia
if a b+tch try me i’ma take her to iraq
all i got is racks, cuz im rich like greg paul
(greg paul)
and my b+tch she stressin’ she wanna meet greg paul
(greg paul)
and my b+tch she texting she wanna be greg paul
(greg paul)
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