Celeb Forever - City of G's lyrics

rate me

ft Bun B

We bout, we bout weed and cool shit

…bad bitch…cool whip

Match made in heaven church wig

Course 9 11, force …

I don’t chase my the bitches

I don’t chase my liquor

They staring … nigga take a picture

Y’all out here getting rich

We’re out here getting richer

Oh we big, oh we big, fuck these niggas…

We gonna run the city, do it now cause the g’s

… stick it 5 pounds, what you need

You hear …

RIP to all the real niggas

All the G’s, all the G’s

All the G’s RIP to all the G’s

All the G’s, all the G’s

All the G’s RIP to all the G’s

RIP to all the real niggas

All the G’s, all the G’s

Ok, golly, golly, golly

All these bitches popping Marley blunt

Popping dot com, I ain’t stopping ask somebody

I’m a cold motherfucker, cold,

I’m coldest bitch, I’m really like Rihanna … on

I’m …ok

I need some new haters, all my old ones started liking me

A hundred …shoes, who the fuck told you that life was cheap

A gentleman pull out my stick,

Ask your bitch what she’d like to see

Red bottoms, Louis Vuittons, I get new pairs like twice a week

Turn up, turn up, we the cool shit

…bad bitch… cool whip

Match made in heaven church wig

Course 9 11, force …

I don’t chase my the bitches

I don’t chase my liquor

They staring … nigga take a picture

Y’all out here getting rich

We’re out here getting richer

Oh we big, oh we big, fuck these niggas…

We bout, we bout weed and cool shit

…bad bitch…cool whip

Match made in heaven church wig

Course 9 11, force …

I don’t chase my the bitches

I don’t chase my liquor

They staring … nigga take a picture

Y’all out here getting rich

We’re out here getting richer

Oh we big, oh we big, fuck these niggas…

I gots my mind on my money and my money on my mind

I’m focus on my …so I’m staying on my grind

I’m down for whatever any place in any time

Anywhere with anybody, draw the motherfucking like

If you got the nuts to cross it, gone … main

If you down to little more shit, go and hit and bang

We ain’t scared of the pistol play

Go ahead and blast one

Cause that heater that you holdin

Ain’t the last one

The motherfuckers made, the motherfuckers make it

So have it on your head, then go ahead with the faking

We high up on the hall, get the bread for the baken

And if it ain’t nodoy getting it, I’m fin to start take it

Cause I’m

We bout, we bout weed and cool shit

…bad bitch…cool whip

Course 9 11, force …

I don’t chase my the bitches

I don’t chase my liquor

They staring … nigga take a picture

Y’all out here getting rich

We’re out here getting richer

Oh we big, oh we big, fuck these niggas…

We gonna run the city, do it now cause the g’s

… stick it 5 pounds, what you need

You hear …

RIP to all the real niggas

All the G’s, all the G’s

All the G’s RIP to all the G’s

All the G’s, all the G’s

All the G’s RIP to all the G’s

RIP to all the real niggas

All the G’s, all the G’s.