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G.P. Wu

Life Bid

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Текст песни G.P. Wu - Life Bid

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Breathe out, breathe in, breathe outYo yo hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold onBefore we do that, before we do that before we do thatLet my man burn, let my man burn real quickThis is for the ladies you know cause niggas be sayin we don`t be lookin outI want y`all to feel this a little somethinAnd if y`all know the song, no no no dis-If y`all know the song, sing along, it`s a remix, word up, check it(Remix for who?)For G.P., for G.P. niggaDon`t be disrespectful niggaG.P. nigga (aiiight, aiiight, talk about it)Last nightYou sucked somethin special outta me(What? A fuckin nut?) Uh huhAnd for the first timeI got my dick sucked for free(What, for free?) Uh huhCheck out what she told me tho, she saidShe said do you want me to use protectionI told the bitch of courseBut you can still lick my ballsShe said Pop can I ask your black ass one more questionI told her hell noLast night (what she do, what she do)You sucked somethin special outta me(Aiiight aiiight now, where we leave off at)[Rubberbands]Niggas callin theyself the shit, packin full clips in a whipDrivin hip hop right off a cliffGoin nowhere, fantasizin with the artWhen I retire my first album`ll still be up on the chartsWith a bullet, saw my mom screamin for the rest of my lifeI can`t rap, she can kill thatShe don`t know about the Illuminati soldiersSometimes it feels like I got the weight of the world on my shouldersMisguided ones on the block slingin bouldersEighteen years old and got criminal records instead of diplomasGoin nowhere fastRight into a brick wall, the road is wet so we crashAbout the whip and dip before I had you canSayin maybe it wouldn`t have happened if I was soberOr wishin that I could live my whole life overBut I`m a Libra so I sit back and look forward to OctoberWe got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lidsG.P. bout to do this life bid in this business[Down Low Recka]We stay true, the G.P. debutSmacks you, lyrically attacks you and your crewUp against the wall and turn your metals into copperA real hip hopper, think nada, don`t matterYou might be phatter, but what it takes I don`t see it in yaMy whole click about to get into shitBrothers comin up as slavesLearnin how to use brainwaves to control paydaysNiggas like us with magic staysWhile the car hustlers get grazed and nosy cats straysYou can`t last in a billion dollar worldTryin to get a billion dollar girlDoin big B-I lookin dead into my futureKeep up cause you`ll hate me if I lose yaWe got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lidsG.P. bout to do this life bid in this businessHit son, the one you thought was number oneIs now number two to my crew[Pop The Brown Hornet]Puff puff give, G.P. got to liveWe been rhymin on the mic ever since we was kidsAnd now we full grown, callin shots with no phoneThe wick`s been lit leavin the rap world blownBeyond repair, beats thick like peasy hairRap heads love me like alcoholics love beerWe`s a perfect combo, save the bullshit convoYou beatin me that`s like the Knicks beatin ChicagoCan`t happen, captain caught a ticket for speed rappinBut they droppin charges cause I kept the crowd clappinNo we goin platinum, Rerun, what`s happeninTakin the world by storm like the JacksonsShit, you better search for the G.P. logoIf you want that bomb ass shit that drives you locoProduced by RNS and DLRI touch it up with the lyrics watch the shit go farMy destiny`s comfortabilityPlayin up not too far from military artillaryNot for manos but for protectionA lot of cats got the venom in em and I`ma pop em[June Luva]I got plenty niggas down for whateverSewin up stitchin up projects whateverDo or die situations you be facinGoin up against the Grain nigga feel the painMy soldiers they lined up ready to bust with no fussKeepin it real, it gats we trustNiggas be under pressure when I`m stompinRun things from New York to ComptonAnd all the crews inbetween (why`s that June) I don`t knowAll I know is they got to goCause they can stop the show from goin on, it must succeedIf not the next man bleedsWe got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lidsG.P. bout to do this life bid in this businessHit son, the one you thought was number oneIs now number two to my crewThe hits, tracks that make you flip your lidsG.P. bout to do this life bid in this businessHit son, the one you thought was number oneIs now number two to my crew

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