Joop! on smelling good bitch
Neva had to lie about shit
All my shots gone hit
Ballin' like Dirk, don't miss
Pimp in my walk and my strut
Boppers hangin all on the nuts
Know these niggas hate it, that's tough
Know these niggas hate it, that's tough
Yes, sir, nigga, no sir
That's how you talk to the king
Come on, walk with a G
Morrell Ave. on the scene
Iceburg, Girbaud jeans
In the Ed Hardy or Miskeen
Bagged a grown hoe at 17, young gigalo with the creme
I hope you die slow if you try to take my doe
If you try to kick my door
God I'll send em to you, fasho
Y'all niggas think that I won't
Swang on em, open the trunk
Pull out the rocket and dump
Street Sweeper automatic pump
DRIPFOOYUNG - GINYU FORCE Lyrics
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Joop! on smelling good bitch
Neva had to lie about shit
All my shots gone hit
Ballin' like Dirk, don't miss
Pimp in my walk and my strut
Boppers hangin all on the nuts
Know these niggas hate it, that's tough
Know these niggas hate it, that's tough
Yes, sir, nigga, no sir
That's how you talk to the king
Come on, walk with a G
Morrell Ave. on the scene
Iceburg, Girbaud jeans
In the Ed Hardy or Miskeen
Bagged a grown hoe at 17, young gigalo with the creme
I hope you die slow if you try to take my doe
If you try to kick my door
God I'll send em to you, fasho
Y'all niggas think that I won't
Swang on em, open the trunk
Pull out the rocket and dump
Street Sweeper automatic pump
Neva had to lie about shit
All my shots gone hit
Ballin' like Dirk, don't miss
Pimp in my walk and my strut
Boppers hangin all on the nuts
Know these niggas hate it, that's tough
Know these niggas hate it, that's tough
Yes, sir, nigga, no sir
That's how you talk to the king
Come on, walk with a G
Morrell Ave. on the scene
Iceburg, Girbaud jeans
In the Ed Hardy or Miskeen
Bagged a grown hoe at 17, young gigalo with the creme
I hope you die slow if you try to take my doe
If you try to kick my door
God I'll send em to you, fasho
Y'all niggas think that I won't
Swang on em, open the trunk
Pull out the rocket and dump
Street Sweeper automatic pump
Writer: Stevenson Davis Jr.
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