G Wagon (feat. Smidzy)
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit we roll thru' your harbor
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Riding round town in my dolce Gabbana
Riding round town in my dolce Gabbana
Ladies love me aint got time for the drama
Nigga love jeans dope boys we proper
Pull up in yo hood I been riding thru' my armor
Buss it down buss it down on you harder
Niggas aint shit but you ready for the karma
Mama told me never let go your brothers
Dada told me nigga better watch yo brothers
Dada told me nigga better watch yo brothers
Life has told me better ready for the drama
She spittin' too much like a parrot speaking grammar
My nigga Aloma always dress proper
My niggas, homies we don't get under
Your bitch know me I don't even know her
You hatin' on me I just don't get that
You hatin' on gees nigga go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit we roll thru' your harbor
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Riding round town in my dolce Gabbana
Check my stats, I don't play I work hard
I pay the price, everything I do is sly (Ay)
Check my style you feeling me you can't deny (Hmm)
I do shit right but to you it's like I'm high (Yeah)
Time is money and you know I'm always shining (Shining)
I don't fist fight you know I kept my distance (Yeah yeah)
She calling me honey (Honey)
I think she's acting funny (Funny)
She want some money but I ain't gonna give her any penny (Yeah)
Though she sexy but I ain't gonna give her any money
And when she call me I already know what she wanting
Though she sexy but I ain't gonna give her any money
And when she call me
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit we roll thru' your harbor
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Riding round town in my dolce Gabbana
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit we roll thru' your harbor
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Riding round town in my dolce Gabbana
Riding round town in my dolce Gabbana
Ladies love me aint got time for the drama
Nigga love jeans dope boys we proper
Pull up in yo hood I been riding thru' my armor
Buss it down buss it down on you harder
Niggas aint shit but you ready for the karma
Mama told me never let go your brothers
Dada told me nigga better watch yo brothers
Dada told me nigga better watch yo brothers
Life has told me better ready for the drama
She spittin' too much like a parrot speaking grammar
My nigga Aloma always dress proper
My niggas, homies we don't get under
Your bitch know me I don't even know her
You hatin' on me I just don't get that
You hatin' on gees nigga go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
Go better chase stacks
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit we roll thru' your harbor
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Riding round town in my dolce Gabbana
Check my stats, I don't play I work hard
I pay the price, everything I do is sly (Ay)
Check my style you feeling me you can't deny (Hmm)
I do shit right but to you it's like I'm high (Yeah)
Time is money and you know I'm always shining (Shining)
I don't fist fight you know I kept my distance (Yeah yeah)
She calling me honey (Honey)
I think she's acting funny (Funny)
She want some money but I ain't gonna give her any penny (Yeah)
Though she sexy but I ain't gonna give her any money
And when she call me I already know what she wanting
Though she sexy but I ain't gonna give her any money
And when she call me
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit we roll thru' your harbor
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Nigga can't tell me shit I buss on you harder
A, b, c, d, e, f, g wagon
Riding round town in my dolce Gabbana
Credits
Writer(s): Abubakar Ibrahim
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