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• Artiste: Yung Joc
• Titre: I'm A G
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(feat. Young Dro & Bun B) [INTRO: Yung Joc] Is that right? Block Hustlenomic$ ENT ho! A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat ENT ho! Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc... let's go [Chorus:] I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cause I'm a A B C D E F G [Verse 1: Yung Joc] You can catch me in the A Check my DNA What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way The block on lock, jet like the chain gang The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame '77 Chevelle, same color cocaine And I a true balla n G playin in da deck Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin with? [Chorus: x2] I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cause I'm a A B C D E F G [Verse 2: Young Dro] Aiyyo, pull up on the scene Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine Blockstar comin' I'm proud of sellin codine Shootin' nigga ear off I'm from north streets no beam Work for some of my cousin down in Florida name dorine All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost Tellin' me when they see it, man my wrist on jack frost I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin beack cost 30" chonties on the Escalade cost Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me with dat rap talk Catch me up on sencer road tearin' up da asphault Took alota cash and baught Jury, scurred me Eights on da donk make it hard to turn scuring Swingin' on a nigga, swear I gotta the fist of fury Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery A general I'm surely man I sitin pearty I got this shit locked, tell mama don't worry(DRO) [Chorus: x2] I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cause I'm a A B C D E F G [Verse 3: Bun-B] You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right? You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some bomb dro best thang smokin got da purp Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin too Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla Just name any thug, gangsta, soulja, or guerilla I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips Cause when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type [Chorus: x3] I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cause I'm a A B C D E F G