King Lil G

King Lil G - Fuck You Wanna Bee's lyrics

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[Hook]

This is for the real g’s, fuck you wanna bee’s

Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me

This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die

Bitch, till the day I die

Till the day, posted with my dodger blue

Enemies could die slow, it’s always been my attitude

Ready to cut your bitch out, on a hot day

Some of them living local, and some of them living out of states

You can hate, on the king, while I celebrate

South side flowing through my blood, rolling through my veins

My team strong, the weed strong, chilly walked in

With some hoes I’m tryina creep on

I do it for my people with that brown pride

Taking back to base when it was bumping out your outline

Bodies on the floor, murder outline

Boys incarcerated, eating food when it’s chal time

But it’s out 8 on mine

I told you soldiers don’t die, california holding my pride

My homie thinking them 40’s, while police posted outside

This is for drumma boy, for instruments sublime

[Hook]

This is for the real g’s, fuck you wanna bee’s

Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me

This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die

Bitch, till the day I die

La tell me where you at, till the day I die

Oc now, tell me where you at, till the day I die

818 now, tell me where you at, till the day I die

805 what, tell me where you at, till the day I die

Hurra, about to make this place turn up

Hit the light switch in this bitch with the burn up

Another day, another dollar, another beat that’s bloody murder

Tony deuces coming through, watch all these bitches pull they skirt up

Word up, I’m only cuttin if it’s major

Megan Fox status, or unless this bitch has paper

Only way I’m going up is with the cross fader

So tell me if I’m living wrong, when I die them play the song

And say tone held it down for the street block

The courier, ass out, gate down and d lock

Me and lil g be the kings of this g hop

Been know to get paws, and all foes they hear the east pop

Yeah I smoke good and eat honey

When I’m loeather suits on...

You can see it in my eyes

I’ma put it down for a late bitch till the day I die

[Hook]

This is for the real g’s, fuck you wanna bee’s

Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me

This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die

Bitch, till the day I die

La tell me where you at, till the day I die

Oc now, tell me where you at, till the day I die

818 now, tell me where you at, till the day I die

805 what, tell me where you at, till the day I die

Till the day I die, I’m chillin where the birds at

Make a few ends and I smoke, where the herbs at

Man I gets high, hitters everyday

Spend a little money on my watch, no chain

Homies that I’m with all rep the same gang

And they all yellin out, money ain’t a thang

Smokin on loud, you hand me the loud pack

I ain’t gotta tell where it is, but I got that

Out in la, back in the p

Wherever I be, yeah that’s where they be

All up on the block, ask em where the bud at

All the homie still on parole and they love that

Bitches stay fly, I ain’t gotta say that

Fucking with my money or my team

I don’t play that

It’s on everyday, and it’s on mine

Ask me what I do it for, this I reply, hear.

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