Bas - Ceelo With the G’s lyrics

rate me

Ceelo with the G's

Put the paper down, rake the leaves

Pistol or the weed

Nigga, break it down, pick the seeds

Fiend, roll a swisher please

No promethazine, got amphetamines

Got me on a devil in

Sahara to the Gobi, niggas know me to be hot as water

Say, "Trust me, he flows"

Not living for tomorrow, got no time to borrow

Bitch, I rep my burrow

Yeah, trust me, Queens know

Fuck a knight in shining armor, play for team No Daughters

What this game has done taught us is, "trust me, she blows"

Stop making demands, bitch, stay in your pocket

She eyeing my grands, bitch, stay out my pocket

She eyeing my man, go ahead, bitch, rock it

We get it and split it, I never could knock it

I look at the bar and I bet I could top it

Hundred racks just to drive off a lot, though

Scenic route just to dodge all the potholes

20 racks at retail, isn't it?

‘Cause the devil’s in the details, isn't?

Hundred racks just to drive off a lot, though

Scenic route just to dodge all the potholes

20 racks at retail, isn't it?

‘Cause the devil’s in the details, isn't?

Ceelo with the G's

Put the paper down, rake the leaves

Pistol or the weed

Nigga, break it down, pick the seeds

Fiend, roll a swisher please

‘Cause the monkey give me epiphany

When hoes try to play me like Pippen did

Like Mighty Kong, show me finer homes

And designer stones, I want Tiffany's

Told her find a cologne, I know I'm kind of stoned

No trick, bitch, you can't get with me

‘Cause I found my zone, had to put an uniform, had to fend for me

I seldom see myself in dreams

I live this shit, no issues with my self-esteem

Tunnel vision, hear every station

Your television, I failed to mention

Frail attention to the school, dog

Failed attention, that rude boy

Fire lit by my crew, boy, to acquire shit that I do, boy

Hundred racks just to drive off a lot, though

Scenic route just to dodge all the potholes

20 racks at retail, isn't it?

‘Cause the devil’s in the details, isn't?

Hundred racks just to drive off a lot, though

Scenic route just to dodge all the potholes

20 racks at retail, isn't it?

‘Cause the devil’s in the details, isn't?

Fall back or pass through

Matter fact, that nigga that passed, you was asked, too

Son, we gonna last like tattoos

Hoe nigga get a glass shoe, why?

You can try it, but you can't high tie it

That shit weak and you can't fight fire

I've been wired for days, out in London town

I just lock shit down but I ain't got priors

Feeling like the best, nigga, ain't that biased?

Fuck, try it, straight to the head but I ain't gonna buy this

From the ground up to them telephone wires

I hold down my city since Boys on Da Block

They gave me the key, I done blown all the locks

Called a committee, Queens in this bitch

I hit all the spots, I brought all the women

Never been petty, don't got the time to be harboring envy

I’m Fendi with mine

Gucci, bitch, I got the plug, I got whatever you need, but I ain't got no love

Got something to say? I don't hear it, I can't understand

Your chatter don't make it across the Atlantic and I'm out in Europe

I'm with all my niggas, I never take this shit for granted

The cards have been handed, deuces is wild

Deuces is power, deuces like two hundred twenty thou

Deuces for love, cut it for deuces, I'm out

I’m out