GDP, DOS4GW - Tiananmen Square lyrics
[GDP, DOS4GW - Tiananmen Square lyrics]
The Pope don't need to know the
O's I've thrown in Rome
My girl don't need to know my
Net worth in Nazi gold
Vatican bank and a pregnant
Bitch with abdomen shanks
Roll in Tiananmen Square and just
Stare at a tank
Stay walking that nefarious plank
Ain't no tryin' to feed G
Don't even stick your hand in the tank
I think that dank got shipped
To the wrong address fucked up my re-up
Got back and had to ask Fred
Said I like your stash house, show me around
And then he hit me with some
Pies like homie the clown
I've been high for ten years
But thanks for smoking me out
That's not coke knuckle head
That shit's supposed to be brown
Duckin' trial
And I reckon they won't catch 'em
Roor Ice Master with the flame
Polished ice catcher in 'em
Getting smoked up tell me if the dope sucks
Then why you pulling over every
Five minutes to throw up?
Laid the groundwork
The streets was like guidance counselors
And I just call 'em like I seem
Like a fight announcer
Ten thousand hours, singing in the shower
Powder up the flounder
Hobo county, double quarter pounder
With blue cheese and sour
Known to give G psychic powers
Been sleeping 'round all these
Journalistic club promoters
That all be like "GDP
You're dreamy and I'd love to
Know you long time"
Here's your ticket, it's a long line
The get a whippet
It's like more trouble on your mind
Refuse to lose yeah
GDP
Refuse to lose mr dNA
DOS4G uh
Refuse to lose here's your ticket
O's I've thrown in Rome
My girl don't need to know my
Net worth in Nazi gold
Vatican bank and a pregnant
Bitch with abdomen shanks
Roll in Tiananmen Square and just
Stare at a tank
Stay walking that nefarious plank
Ain't no tryin' to feed G
Don't even stick your hand in the tank
I think that dank got shipped
To the wrong address fucked up my re-up
Got back and had to ask Fred
Said I like your stash house, show me around
And then he hit me with some
Pies like homie the clown
I've been high for ten years
But thanks for smoking me out
That's not coke knuckle head
That shit's supposed to be brown
Duckin' trial
And I reckon they won't catch 'em
Roor Ice Master with the flame
Polished ice catcher in 'em
Getting smoked up tell me if the dope sucks
Then why you pulling over every
Five minutes to throw up?
Laid the groundwork
The streets was like guidance counselors
And I just call 'em like I seem
Like a fight announcer
Ten thousand hours, singing in the shower
Powder up the flounder
Hobo county, double quarter pounder
With blue cheese and sour
Known to give G psychic powers
Been sleeping 'round all these
Journalistic club promoters
That all be like "GDP
You're dreamy and I'd love to
Know you long time"
Here's your ticket, it's a long line
The get a whippet
It's like more trouble on your mind
Refuse to lose yeah
GDP
Refuse to lose mr dNA
DOS4G uh
Refuse to lose here's your ticket