Top Songs By Giovanni V
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith King
Songwriter
Lyrics
Big bad and reckless
High sadiddy nigga
Can get real gritty tho
Collect real figures
Billion dollar dreams
I wont stop till i have it
OG taught me rich game
Never been broke sense
So a nigga with no bag
Yo it really dont make sense
The botched body photos
The nerve you still post those
Still booking shows
And that ass still a no show
Come out boy
Where they at tho
HA
Chase dick thats a na na
I stay in my casa
Counting my guapa
Ion care to cha cha
Mr. Have yo bitch over
She was really wapa
Broke her off proper
Like a pinãta
Had me stuck like
Nani nani
Oouchi walli bang bang
The punani nani
I wanna fine ass cold bitch
That loook like Suki
If she aint like that
Then ion want the coochie
Fuck a broke nigga
Thats a na na na
To the streets hes a ha ha ha
Play with me youll get pop pop popped
When i walk thru heads stop stop stop
Aye yo
Rudbwoy come and put my body at ease
I hear you got them real
Freak nasty tendencies
You gone spend a bag if you fuckin wit G
I been that nigga
Stop playin with me
Ok get it
Put my body at ease baby do that
Put my body at ease when you do that
Put my body at ease baby do that
I love it when you throw it back
Call you a chiroprac
Put my body at ease baby do that
Put my body at ease when you do that
Put my body at ease baby do that
I love it when you throw it back
Call you a chiroprac
Fuck a broke nigga
That's a na na na
To the streets hes a ha ha ha
Play with me youll get pop pop popped
When i walk thru heads stop stop stop
Aye yo
I been that nigga please
Stop playin with me boy
Rudbwoy put ya body up on me boy
I heard you got them
Freak nasty tendencies boy
You gone spend a few racks
Fuckin with me boy
Uh
When i moved to Atlanta
Who's that
Who's he
Were he from
All I heard
When I popped out see
Always been about my shit
Check my fucking throwbacks B
So put respect on my name
When you speak it sleeze
South sac 916
So I been G da sleeze
And watch yo tone nigga
These hands Slide with ease
And aint got one fuck to give
None of you niggas
Rewind the tapes back
And unfuck all of you niggas
Real life had to fast pray and cleanse my body
And I really mean that shit
I had to cleanse my body
You niggas drove drive me mad crazy
Had to Zen my body
I Took a break for a year
They still cappin in they raps
And what LaLa say
You bitches cant rap
But my flow so crack
Jealous ones still envy
And you aint gotta convince me
That they dont see me
Mini me carbon clones
Straight off the assembly
Keep mo niggas like Moesha
Get they money
Not they problems
Switch em out like
Nice to meet ya
Yeah, you bad baby boy
But you aint a keeper
Hate to burst your bubble
You was more of a feature
Pop my shit and run it back like Chris
The only beef bet you sitting in
Is at Ruth Chris
Ima turkey eating nigga
I ain't with that beefing shit
And I heard ya confessionals
Who the fuck you trying to diss
Icon where boy
Same shoes wearing boy
Only one song on ya charts
You a not boy
Jerrys final thought
You are pop not rap boy
Stay with NSYNC this is not your Fucking lane boy
Fuck a broke nigga
Thats a na na na
To the streets hes a ha ha ha
Play with me youll get pop pop popped
When i walk thru heads stop stop stop
Aye yo
I been that nigga stop playin with me boy
Rudbwoy put ya body up on me boy
I heard you got them
Freak nasty tendencies boy
You gone spend a few racks fuckin
On me boy
Put my body at ease baby do that
Put my body at ease when you do that
Writer(s): Keith King
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