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Yeah, mob GG for life suckers 30 30, 30 30, yeah Bitches they ain't shit, yeah, bitches on my dick, yeah Niggas broke as shit, yeah, I can't hit a lick, yeah Check my criminal history, nigga I ain't never snitched, nope Ridin' with that stick, yeah, pussy don't get hit, yeah Look at me I'm rich bitch, you might think I'll make it fire My niggas really hit shit, nigga GG is the mob Bitch nigga don't test me, I might throw your ass a lob You know they call me Jefe, I can give your ass a job That nigga was my homie then he turned into an opp We ran into his homies, shot they ass up with the Glocks Styrofoam on me, bitch you know I'm sippin' wop That trap phone for the junkies and my homies who got locked 30 30 on me, baby I won't never lie 30, that's my brodie, know he always got my back Niggas tryna be Glizzy, they ain't even got no straps In competition with me, you ain't even got them racks Been swingin' them choppers like a nigga from the 'Nolia Back when I was young my mama told me I'm a soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older Letras de cancionesMy niggas that's really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier I been chasing money, bitch I got a hundred stacks Everybody gotta go, I can't get my 30 back Hundred grams takin' one, watch how quick I bounce back If you ever cross the mob, ain't no fuckin' coming back I'm a gangster, I'm a soldier, I got sales on Minnesota I'm really thugging, I can show you Fuck feelings, my heart frozen Every time we go and expose you Don't act stupid, you know the motive I just pray and keep it on me When I pray it's even on me You know I'm pistol packin', shawty get it clappin' like the 'Nolia Ain't no lackin', bitch I'm strapped up, every day I'm loaded He took one of my kind so forever bitch I owe it The streets or in the jail nigga, I remain a soldier Been swingin' them choppers like a nigga from the 'Nolia Back when I was young my mama told me I'm a soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older My niggas that's really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Bitch I'm in LA, sippin' Wockhardt with Philly Smoking big blunts of gelato, boy this high don't go away Man they took my dog away, yeah they took my heart away Homicide on my line, I'ma learn the harder way Bitch I'm sliding every day, this ain't slide, no way Dropping thirty for 30, got 'bout twenty more to spray Mama say she stressin' crazy 'bout me, all she do is pray Ask the lord to forgive me, hope he wash these sins away 'Cause I been swinging that chopper like a nigga from the 'Nolia I been about that action, I know them niggas done told you See I ain't here to hold you, this shit really never over It's Glizzy Gang bitch, we bring it to you like we owe you, pussy Been swingin' them choppers like a nigga from the 'Nolia Back when I was young my mama told me I'm a soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older My niggas that's really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier From Letras Mania