paroles de chanson G' Shit - T.I. feat. Young Jeezy & WatchTheDuck
I'm
a
rich
nigga
like
I
don't
know
I
can
change
if
I
wanna,
but
I
won't
though
Steer
right
even
when
I'm
on
the
wrong
road
Real
talk
from
the
heart
what
I'm
known
for
Skinny
jeans,
I
don't
do
those
I'm
the
starter
sub-par
ought
A
shoot
for
Fully
automatic
chopper,
you
could
shoot
though
Now
I'm
movin'
five
mil'
when
I
shoot
dough
Audemar,
Hub
lot
One
point
five
on
the
two-do'
Old
hustle,
new
flow
Old
money,
new
ho
Suckers
prayin'
I'm
a
chill,
but
I'm
too
cold
Long
as
I'm
around,
fuck
they
need
you
for?
Ridin'
in
the
Chevy
totin'
three
bricks
Since
nobody
wanna
make
G
shit
This
is
for
the
gangsters,
for
the
pimps
and
hoes
This
is
for
the
dope
boy
trappers
sellin'
halves
and
hoes
(Since
nobody
wanna
make
G
shit)
They
want
G
shit,
give
it
to
'em
They
want
G
shit,
give
it
to
'em
I'm
the
one
to
give
it
to
'em
If
you
don't
know
me
let
me
tell
you
somethin',
shawty
Still
got
them
choppers,
make
you
run
from
it
Camouflage,
dog
tag
Got
'em
followin',
when
you
see
me
better
haul
ass
Keep
it
G
at
all
costs,
what
you
call
that?
Crack
rock,
hip
hop,
I
done
all
that
Certified
trap
nigga,
sucker,
fall
back
A
broke
nigga
he
may
entertain
all
that
All
left
field,
keep
it
true,
nigga
Save
the
flash
in
the
dance
for
a
new
nigga
Keep
speakin'
for
the
ones
who
ain't
got
a
voice
Kill
'em
dead
only
when
they
leave
no
otherchoice
How
I
see
it,
if
you
ain't
down
to
die
'bout
it
Don't
write
my
time,
slime,
why
the
fuck
we
talking
about
it?
Still
ridin'
in
the
Chevy
totin'
three
bricks
Since
nobody
wanna
make
G
shit
Now
what
the
fuck
is
an
ounce?
We
smokin'
bout
an
LB
We
don't
even
do
the
nine,
sell
it
by
the
whole
ki
And
I'm
a
take
this
shit
to
trial,
they
got
nothin'
on
me
They
be
on
the
Champagne,
bitch,
I'm
'boutto
OD
Got
a
bag
full
of
birds
and
motherfuckers
gettin'
robbed
Bars
on
the
trap
doors
got
it
looking
like
a
vault
Used
to
hit
the
highway
over
twenty
of
them
things
Young
nigga
hit
the
club
with
the
twenty
unchanged
When
Jay
was
beefin'
with
Nas
I
was
sellin'cocaine
When
Game
was
beefin'
with
50
I
was
doin'the
same
thing
I
was
at
the
hospital,
nigga,
Meechy
got
shot
Fuck
you
niggas
talking
'bout?
I
love
that
nigga
like
Pac
1 King
2 G Shit
3 G' Shit
4 About the Money
5 New National Anthem
6 Oh Yeah
7 Oh Yeah
8 Private Show
9 No Mediocre
10 Jet Fuel
11 Jet Fuel
12 Paperwork
13 Paperwork
14 Stay
15 About My Issue
16 On Doe, On Phil
17 On Doe, On Phil
18 Light Em Up (RIP Doe B)
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