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George G S T

Tradução: George Fox. Gst.

Who's this fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga? Got his crew starving cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga

thousand to have 'em Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G Bet the four

it ain't about money, then let it be brief I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake

from both zones Layin in them Tahoes we own the projo's Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big (da dun dun dun) Don't move cause I'm a representative

I'm in paradise Amateurs think it's easy, but you and that bitch Ain't about to be the next george and weezy, Just pay to see me I'm a pro with a show

Slippin, slidin, glidin LOW-ridin Ain't no hidin from this hit Fool - you know how we do it West Side I'm comin from the West Side Wessyde, it's hittin

Ain't nuttin goin on but the bomb-ass rap song Hittin all night long Just like me on the black and white ivory Gettin six on artillery, you don't want

all Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all