G Perico - Want Her (G-Style) lyrics
[G Perico - Want Her G-Style lyrics]
You don't like it when I
Break on you and dip, Huh?
Pull it out and bust a nut real quick, huh?
This rap shit on a bitch, I'm a pimp though
Don't get it twisted
I ain't never gon' trick on you
On the line with my bitch
'bout to catch a flight
Have that money when I land later on tonight
I'm worldwide
Getting bands all in Amsterdam
Early mornin', drinkin' 'nac
N' smokin' weed, Laughing
Them plane tires "skrr, skrt" on the runway
Private flights
Jumping out ready for gunplay
Got the girl you been paying
Giving money to me
You ain't heard? This how niggas
From the 100s do it
She don't like G's curls? Man
That bitch lying bought that ass
I'mma make a couple hundred thousand
Fuck what you heard
G ain't trippin' off that bullshit
I'm already ballin'
Walking out of spots in the hills
Conversate, in five minutes
I can get to know you
Send you with , he gon' bend you over
You been living fast
Niggas nuttin' on your ass
Room to room with a blue sleeping bag
Stop hatin', let the bitch choose
Come and take a ride with a
Boss and make a big move
You can see the city bending over
My bed looking out the mirror
The old nigga getting mad
Keep callin' trippin'
Take her heart and her purse at the same time
Saying so much shit, I'm all in her mind
I'm just a stone cold gangster ass nigga
But I'm so player when it
Come to these bitches!
Aye girl, all the Crip niggas, girl
All the Crip niggas they want ya
Ha ha haha g, Shit Don't Stop
AKA g Scrilla
Live from the ten-eight, you know
We gon' keep this shit going
So Way Out, bitch!
Break on you and dip, Huh?
Pull it out and bust a nut real quick, huh?
This rap shit on a bitch, I'm a pimp though
Don't get it twisted
I ain't never gon' trick on you
On the line with my bitch
'bout to catch a flight
Have that money when I land later on tonight
I'm worldwide
Getting bands all in Amsterdam
Early mornin', drinkin' 'nac
N' smokin' weed, Laughing
Them plane tires "skrr, skrt" on the runway
Private flights
Jumping out ready for gunplay
Got the girl you been paying
Giving money to me
You ain't heard? This how niggas
From the 100s do it
She don't like G's curls? Man
That bitch lying bought that ass
I'mma make a couple hundred thousand
Fuck what you heard
G ain't trippin' off that bullshit
I'm already ballin'
Walking out of spots in the hills
Conversate, in five minutes
I can get to know you
Send you with , he gon' bend you over
You been living fast
Niggas nuttin' on your ass
Room to room with a blue sleeping bag
Stop hatin', let the bitch choose
Come and take a ride with a
Boss and make a big move
You can see the city bending over
My bed looking out the mirror
The old nigga getting mad
Keep callin' trippin'
Take her heart and her purse at the same time
Saying so much shit, I'm all in her mind
I'm just a stone cold gangster ass nigga
But I'm so player when it
Come to these bitches!
Aye girl, all the Crip niggas, girl
All the Crip niggas they want ya
Ha ha haha g, Shit Don't Stop
AKA g Scrilla
Live from the ten-eight, you know
We gon' keep this shit going
So Way Out, bitch!