Correction Lyrics GQ G-MIX by Die Mondez

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My drip looking like GQ (Yeah)
Ey n***a, what's the issue? (Ooh)
Got her chilling in a see-through, ayy
Kickin' it, Ju Jitsu (Is you okay?)
I'm finna pull up in a parachute (Yeah)
Goin' nuts on the daily, no cashew (Scrr-Scrr)
Let me sneeze on a b*t*h, bless you (Yeah)
If she come for a day she confess too, bless you (Yeah)

Spend 4 thousand on some [?] slippers
Bad b*t*h do it like the money, I flip her
All the time boy, I get to the money I throw it quicker
Gave 'em RedLight in the winter, I seen 'em they start to shiver
B*t*h, n***as actin' like somе b*t*hes these days
Need a tampon, I got 'еm catchin' feelings these days, yeah
B*t*h, heart so fine I got 'em feeling some way
Got 'em spilling cause I ain't tryna give 'em the time of day
Yeah, I heard you n***as ain't feeling us
Me falling off? Don't dance, I hilarious
Not even at our peak but we chillin' at the pinnacle
We The Originalz, you ain't killin' us
N***as pocket watchin' huh, S-A-R-S sh*t
Like diamonds in the rough, how I came up wasn't expected
They don't wanna pa** the baton, I finnessed it
Straight sex sh*t, f**k the game up, I molest it
She wanna sex me, said the money make me sexy
Give her wet dream how I'm running up a cheque-y
Presidential cla** so watch how you address me
Pressure make diamonds, I'm pressing it where they necks be
My drip looking like GQ (Yeah)
Ey n***a, what's the issue? (Ooh)
Got her chilling in a see-through, ayy
Kickin' it, Ju Jitsu (Is you okay?)
I'm finna pull up in a parachute (Yeah)
Goin' nuts on the daily, no cashew (Scrr-Scrr)
Let me sneeze on a b*t*h, bless you (Yeah)
If she come for a day she confess too, bless you (Yeah)

(Yeah, okay!)
Real ones know when top zip it, they know the code
My city never caught slippin', you know the code
I got another verse for you non-believers try it, decode
I'm like a thick stack yadi klippa, I never fold
My soul still off the market, I never sold
I still got high hopes, keep 'em on the low
Cause people will never hate on something that they don't know
N***as be hella quiet but really they fans though
Just tell me when I'm alive, don't do me like Van Gogh

I grab the bull by the horn, deal with beef like a [?]
If I make a milli then I gotta make a milli more
This is not a miracle, you saw me walk on water boy
Money got a stretch like my b*t*h, miss incredible
For me to hear the buzz I ain't gotta be a criminal
I came to your aid when you didn't have the medical
Your b*t*h give me brain she gon' turn me to a cannibal
Get the bread, mama said never add no pineapple
N***as [?] like gullible
Gettin' money is critical
Hater talk sh*t, I'ma kick him in the testicles
My drip looking like GQ (Yeah)
Ey n***a, what's the issue? (Ooh)

A new path a new vision, but same winning
Matter of fact I'm too different, so lame listen
You ain't f**kin' with the boy on your best day, this ain't fiction
The hood loves what I cook, we from the same kitchens
Many can tell, I'm wavy as hell
I'm a lion I don't conversate with baby gazelles
I don't talk to my food unless I'm praying to eat
So I say a lil' prayer when I hop on the beat
From the roots to the top of the tree
I'm all [?] so who stoppin' the G?
I'm all cold, I unlock with the key b*t*h

My drip looking like GQ (Yeah)
Ey n***a, what's the issue? (Ooh)

(Youngsta!)
Yeah, start walking on egg shells
I'm harder than [?]
You were left on the bread shelf and I'm covering men's health
And if looks could kill, I can't wait til you look dead
I'm Cape Town's most wanted, poster of full spread
If I could get my way, I would've left sub A
And started fresh that day, drinking Nescafe
Mastering real raps and starting off as a soldier
Probably would've scored faster than soccer from Barcelona
Disguising how you feel, you masking it like corona
your head and your shoulders
So just scramble, you got cancelled
Jada kisses, you intangled
With no will power
My drip, shower
I drill cowards like the Eiffel Tower
If your price still counters I don't want your cheap offer
This kind of convo is only for Rick Rosses
You a Hip Hopper but your genre's a bit softer
The way my songs hit you would think I'm a kickboxer
Sangoma witch doctor, creates a spell
To make me the best emcee, can't you tell?
That...
My drip looking like GQ (Yeah)
Ey n***a, what's the issue? (Ooh)

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