GDP - “Why G?” tekst piosenki (lyrics)
[GDP - “Why G?” tekst piosenki lyrics]
GDP smoker's Cough Shit 20-14 yeah
Rapper's my son sun like planet Earth
Your girl a teen mom
Should've planned that first (fuck ya'll)
Eating ass dessert
Ask your managers, I'm the man in Jers
West Orange, that's Tatooine
Walk up to a chick like
"What those tattoos mean?"
I do my rap routine and count stacks oh she
Said "I really dig your
Style dude mad unique" (GDP)
I'm a titan like Saturn's moon
Kill 'em softly with kindness and gratitude
We got that attitude
"And what you sad for?"
Nah I said "I have the blues"
I mean my lower back's killing me
And rappers ain't ill as me
Heavy artillery
I speak my mind like soliloquy
My rent's 850 plus utilities
You feelin' me?
Silly G write a rhyme like Shel Silverstein
Falling Up
When I'm balling don't call me up
At the club 'til I'm crawling drunk
Or call a girl I ain't called in months
(like) "Where you calling from?"
Sip wine made of red grapes and malted plums
Assault the drums
She said "GDP your nuts" yeah a salted one
Went to war with the whole world
Fought and won
I'm getting money now and more to come gDP
We the shit (smokin') Weed and shit
No stems, no seeds, no sticks
Throw an ounce in the crowd like
I don't need that shit
GDP need that shit believe that shit
Hash money, yeah you need that shit
Rapper's my son sun like planet Earth
Your girl a teen mom
Should've planned that first (fuck ya'll)
Eating ass dessert
Ask your managers, I'm the man in Jers
West Orange, that's Tatooine
Walk up to a chick like
"What those tattoos mean?"
I do my rap routine and count stacks oh she
Said "I really dig your
Style dude mad unique" (GDP)
I'm a titan like Saturn's moon
Kill 'em softly with kindness and gratitude
We got that attitude
"And what you sad for?"
Nah I said "I have the blues"
I mean my lower back's killing me
And rappers ain't ill as me
Heavy artillery
I speak my mind like soliloquy
My rent's 850 plus utilities
You feelin' me?
Silly G write a rhyme like Shel Silverstein
Falling Up
When I'm balling don't call me up
At the club 'til I'm crawling drunk
Or call a girl I ain't called in months
(like) "Where you calling from?"
Sip wine made of red grapes and malted plums
Assault the drums
She said "GDP your nuts" yeah a salted one
Went to war with the whole world
Fought and won
I'm getting money now and more to come gDP
We the shit (smokin') Weed and shit
No stems, no seeds, no sticks
Throw an ounce in the crowd like
I don't need that shit
GDP need that shit believe that shit
Hash money, yeah you need that shit