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Featuring Russell Grande (Bridge) I went to them niggas’ show and it was sorta packed Know you think they balling baby but I wouldn’t go to that And if you tryna smoke the right, now let’s roll a quarter sack Niggas get a hatin to ya boy like I ordered that (Hook x2) And that’s just what it’s like up on the G Side We fly and they wanna see how we ride So cold, how them niggas do them re-writes ‘Cause they tryna copy and they wanna see what we like (Verse) And that’s just what it’s like to be a G, hoe Get my money and I spread it with all of my negros Give her the justice, when I bust it I’m not a hero Feelin the lust, give her concussion the way she deepthroat Gorgeous and intelligent, and she love the weed smoke Twerkin off the liquor and I’m just tryna get a mean coke I call yo girl, snipe her house, she giving me them needs Like he miss and cross me, he gonna wonder where his queen go And she’d be feeling good like we winnng bingo Love the way I spit it not to mention got the lingo It seems sure, girls is feeling this, I got a team Letras de cancionesAnd if you tryin to leave I got this lean and we can hit the scene And the freak can have the leaking thoughts of me get in-between Either that or she heard I was long as limousines And I got just what you need, no need to be mad at me After we be done, you feelin like you want a magazine, yea (Hook x2) And that’s just what it’s like up on the G Side We fly and they wanna see how we ride So cold, how them niggas do them re-writes ‘Cause they tryna copy and they wanna see what we like (Verse) And in my hood you better look out for them cop lights No insurance or registration, so I’m lookin out for them cop lights Yea that’s right but I ain’t right Til I hit the weed and I take flight Spend it all, spend it all Go broke, come up in the same night And mix juice with a little bit of gin Mix this life with a little bit of sin ‘Cause I ain’t perfect, I stay workin Tryna get it how I live Everyone has an opinion, know how you should do ya shit Til they try and walk the path I’m paving in these size 10’s Let me in, let me in I’m knockin at yo door so come and let me in Before I kick it in to get them dividends Know that the right, no limits when You tryna survive, workin the 9 to 5 Tryna make a livin when you still alive Hoping that they cut this cake Or at least get a piece of the pie Uh, all I want is my fair share For all my efforts and hard work But it ain’t it tell you get yo feet wet That you recognize so it all works Put God first and fuck the rest Blowing strong like fuck my chest And then fuck my straps, yea that’s how we ride Come get a little taste of the G Side (Hook x2) And that’s just what it’s like up on the G Side We fly and they wanna see how we ride So cold, how them niggas do them re-writes ‘Cause they tryna copy and they wanna see what we like From Letras Mania