Top Songs By G-Money Benjamin
Credits
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G-Money Benjamin
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Georges Amilcar
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Georges Amilcar
Mischtechniker:in
X Pat
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Two-Thirty, baby, won't you meet me? Won't you-won-won-won-won
Two-Rally, maybe later you could sh-lady-lay-lay-lay
You know what it is, we're never obvious, one-dee-dee-dee-dee
Windy City, sh-b-on-me, sh-b-on-me
Thirty degrees, way to greese, gre-gre-gre-le
Will I see you at this sh-see-see-see-see
Will I see you at this sh-see-see-see-see-see
Hey GMB, welcome to the future, you fat mo-vo
We've been waiting for you
You're still loving these hoes
In the past bro
In the future we don't love these hoes
In the future
If you see a bad bitch
You tell that bitch
Come here hoe
And you grab them by the pussy
You heard me
We smoking on that kush, baby, baby
You got to cut that bush
30 Degrees, white to green
My **** on the look
Out, determined
You bring their blickies out
Now, Certain ****
Don't come out
Side, who's down to ride?
We grab them by the Puss
We smack them on their tush
We let them know they puss
We smoking on that kush, baby, baby
You got to cut that bush
My **** on the look, Out, determined
To Bring Their blickies out, now Certain
**** don't come out side who's down to ride? Lyrical assassin
Always blasting never capping Tougher than Tanactin let
Them know what happened **** It always scrapping with a passion
When the nines comes out, **** always clapping like it's nothing
When the wives comes out, **** on their best behavior, macking
Let them know we never laking when it's fashion
Call the PTA, homeboy, man, it's time for some action
What's the ETA?
**** on their ride and their cocking
Ready to bring the things out
What's up now, partner?
We grab him by the Puss
We smack him on their tush
We let him know they puss
We smokin' on that kush
Baby, baby, you gotta cut that bush
30 Degrees, way too greedy
My **** on the look out
Determined to bring their blickies out
Now, certain don't come out
Side, who's down to ride?
We grab him by their puss
We smack them on their tush
We let them know they puss
We Smoking on that kush
Baby baby, you gotta cut that bush
My **** on the look out
Determined to bring their blickies out
Now, certain **** don't come outside
Who's down to ride?
All this lady lady, you can stay
Yeah
Written by: Georges Amilcar