Freddie Gibbs - Certified Gs ft Slim Thug lyrics
rate meThey don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
Yo they don’t make it like me no more
And it ain’t too many … one niggers fresh out the g no more
Lot of … here since snitches, bitch don’t mix up your people hoe,
I’ma call my niggers, hit these … clips in your vehicle
… got them bottles coming, bitch you are leave with something
Macking for these bitches, 44 magnum for their niggers
And I just … all the liquor
Let your roll something bitch, I let your roll a hollow tip
Want some… but I guess he smoked..
And now I gotta toss the bitch
Watch you homies and them suckers, what you think you balling with
Niggers tell him dog
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
Listen, real shit kush is what my lungs fill with
I know at times I can be quite hard to deal with
I’m so texting, no license on the weapon
But I’d rather take that chance than leave home without protection
Haters give me head, ... what’s the exception
I practice, never preach, my profession’s no a reverend
Get money first bitches last is not a question
It’s the school of hard knox, and that’s the number one lesson
So sick, we got the pockets on the…
Only gasing till I got enough profit that I’m rich
And niggers acting like they couldn’t picture in
When it’s my time to go, real niggers gonna have…
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
I’m talking turn an oz to a k
Can get you whatever, you pay the right fee
Street’s first, then this rap shit second
Call myself the boss cause all the paper I’m checking
I’m thinking money, you niggers and your feelings
While you all fight each other, I’m out here making millions
Shit stacking to the ceiling, it’s an incredible feeling
I’m going platinum in the…while you at home chilling
Where I’m from man we get it how it come
And if you don’t do that, you dumb…
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many like me homie
It’s like I’m lonely,
The streets we run like…
You talking to the feds, black melons with testimony
On sight when I see you, I’m keeping that pistol on me
So g can’t be confused to a rapper
Since you speaking with the feds, don’t confuse me with a trapper
Proceed to move so swiftly
Cause life … chain and the gun on my waist… come
…most of nigger’s face…
Certified, you could tell a nigger texts his bread…
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g
They don’t make too many niggers like me
Bonified hussler, certified g.
