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Yung Joc Ft. Young Dro & Bun B - I'm A G |
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(Intro - Yung Joc) |
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Is that right? |
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Block |
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Hustlenomic$ |
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BNT ho! |
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A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat |
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BNT ho! |
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Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go |
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(Chorus) |
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I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) |
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And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less |
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Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G |
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(Verse 1: Yung Joc) |
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You can catch me in the A |
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Check my DNA |
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What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way |
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The block on lock, jet like the chain gang |
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The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang |
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I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain |
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I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang |
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Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame |
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'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine |
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And I a true balla n G playin in da deck |
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Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect |
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You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet |
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(Chorus) |
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I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) |
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And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less |
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Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G |
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I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) |
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And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less |
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Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G |
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(Verse 2: Young Dro) |
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Aiyyo, pull up on the scene |
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Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine |
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Blockstar comin' I'm proud of sellin' |
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Shootin' nigga yeah I'm from north streets no bean |
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Work for some of my cousins down in Florida and they ain't boring |
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All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost |
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Tellin' me when they see me, my wrist on jack frost |
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30" stretchas on the Escalade |
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Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk |
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Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up da asphault |
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Took alota cash and walked |
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Jury, scurred me |
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Eights on da make it hard to steering |
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Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I gotta feel some fury |
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Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery |
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A general and surely man I seem pearly |
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I got this shit locked, tell mom don't worry |
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(Chorus) |
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I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) |
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And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less |
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Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G |
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I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) |
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And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less |
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Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G |
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(Verse 3: Bun-B) |
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You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's |
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Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes |
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I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll |
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Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole |
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You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right? |
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You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so |
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No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow |
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Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, |
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I need some hydro smoke and dro got da purp |
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Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu |
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We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin too |
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Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla |
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Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla |
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I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips |
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Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type |
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(Chorus) |
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I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) |
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And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less |
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Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G |
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I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) |
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And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less |
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Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G |
