Why G, Burna Bandz - RIP Kobe lyrics
[Why G, Burna Bandz - RIP Kobe lyrics]
Ayo Simon this that heat
Big 8 on me, RIP Kobe
I could drive 13, faster than McGradey
If you tryna run lil’ nga don’t be lazy
Put ‘em in the ground, like a daisy
You never saw likkle bricks like a baby’s
Glizzy made him ushered like he
Was made of Haiti
Glizzy with a switch, leave him in 1980s
Turn him like a ghost like genie
With off-white, GG’s bout this can’t get TT’d
RIP if I am my GG
Ooh, super drippy in some CC’s
I’m a robot boy like KeKe
He think he a trap boy made him do a teapee
I’m the grip reaper like Reese-y
Baby girl movin’ so freaky
She wanna eat me like kiwi
Nut in her mouth and it look like tzatziki
(tzatziki sauce)
Wipe down the stove top, it was too greasy
Back door alley oop lay up, it waseasy
Spray up your block in graffiti
I give ‘em shot like Martinis
Harry Potter and Houdini we are Auntie
In the trap cookin’ bricks in bikinis
Headshot make ya head look like linguini
She eat my dick like zucchini
Big 8 on me, RIP Kobe
I could drive 13, faster than McGradey
If you tryna run lil’ nga don’t be lazy
Put ‘em in the ground, like a daisy
You never saw likkle bricks like a baby’s
Glizzy made him ushered like he
Was made of Haiti
Glizzy with a switch, leave him in 1980s
Turn him like a ghost like genie
Pull up in a ghost, Rick Jame-in
30 on me, I’d shoot ‘till it’s Damian
We get the drop, now we add his location
Fly him, livication
I throw the work in the pot just like Payton
Yellow tape the block like it’s renovation
Call the ghost ride when
They get a temptation
She bust it open, don’t need a persuasion
Don’t need it dated, you are my time
Better bring me a payment
Need every dollar, deposit, gotta scrape it
Got bricks in the trap and I’m tryna break it
Go hard every day, no special occassion
My youngin’s stick do a lil’ maintenance
Up the Glock
Cool cuz I don’t got no patience
He’s situation, he writin’ statements
Snot nose stuying, yeah I see the hatin’
(wipe his nose)
Big 8 on me, RIP Kobe
I could drive 13, faster than McGradey
If you tryna run lil’ nga don’t be lazy
Put ‘em in the ground, like a daisy
You never saw likkle bricks like a baby’s
Glizzy made him ushered like he
Was made of Haiti
Glizzy with a switch, leave him in 1980s
Turn him like a ghost like genie
Ayo Simon this that heat!
Big 8 on me, RIP Kobe
I could drive 13, faster than McGradey
If you tryna run lil’ nga don’t be lazy
Put ‘em in the ground, like a daisy
You never saw likkle bricks like a baby’s
Glizzy made him ushered like he
Was made of Haiti
Glizzy with a switch, leave him in 1980s
Turn him like a ghost like genie
With off-white, GG’s bout this can’t get TT’d
RIP if I am my GG
Ooh, super drippy in some CC’s
I’m a robot boy like KeKe
He think he a trap boy made him do a teapee
I’m the grip reaper like Reese-y
Baby girl movin’ so freaky
She wanna eat me like kiwi
Nut in her mouth and it look like tzatziki
(tzatziki sauce)
Wipe down the stove top, it was too greasy
Back door alley oop lay up, it waseasy
Spray up your block in graffiti
I give ‘em shot like Martinis
Harry Potter and Houdini we are Auntie
In the trap cookin’ bricks in bikinis
Headshot make ya head look like linguini
She eat my dick like zucchini
Big 8 on me, RIP Kobe
I could drive 13, faster than McGradey
If you tryna run lil’ nga don’t be lazy
Put ‘em in the ground, like a daisy
You never saw likkle bricks like a baby’s
Glizzy made him ushered like he
Was made of Haiti
Glizzy with a switch, leave him in 1980s
Turn him like a ghost like genie
Pull up in a ghost, Rick Jame-in
30 on me, I’d shoot ‘till it’s Damian
We get the drop, now we add his location
Fly him, livication
I throw the work in the pot just like Payton
Yellow tape the block like it’s renovation
Call the ghost ride when
They get a temptation
She bust it open, don’t need a persuasion
Don’t need it dated, you are my time
Better bring me a payment
Need every dollar, deposit, gotta scrape it
Got bricks in the trap and I’m tryna break it
Go hard every day, no special occassion
My youngin’s stick do a lil’ maintenance
Up the Glock
Cool cuz I don’t got no patience
He’s situation, he writin’ statements
Snot nose stuying, yeah I see the hatin’
(wipe his nose)
Big 8 on me, RIP Kobe
I could drive 13, faster than McGradey
If you tryna run lil’ nga don’t be lazy
Put ‘em in the ground, like a daisy
You never saw likkle bricks like a baby’s
Glizzy made him ushered like he
Was made of Haiti
Glizzy with a switch, leave him in 1980s
Turn him like a ghost like genie
Ayo Simon this that heat!
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