CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Want Her (G-Style)
Aye
G Perico
sh*t don't stop, we just keep goin', you know what I mean?
Ah
You don't like it when I break on you and dip, huh?
Pull it out and bust a nut real quick, huh?
This rap sh*t on a b*t*h, I'm a pimp though
Don't get it twisted, I ain't never gon' trick on you
On the line with my b*t*h, 'bout to catch a flight
Have that money when I land later on tonight
I'm worldwide, getting bands all in Amsterdam
Early mornin', drinkin' 'nac, n' smokin' weed, laughing
Them plane tires "skrr, skrt" on the runway
Private flights, jumping out ready for gunplay
Got the girl you been paying giving money to me
You ain't heard? This how n***as from the 100s do it
She don't like G's curls? Man, that b*t*h lying
Bought that ass, I'mma make a couple hundred thousand
f**k what you heard, G ain't trippin' off that bullsh*t
I'm already ballin', walking out of spots in the hills
Conversate, in five minutes, I can get to know you
Send you with [?], he gon' bend you over
You been living fast, n***as nuttin' on your ass
Room to room with a blue sleeping bag
Stop hatin', let the b*t*h choose
Come and take a ride with a boss and make a big move
You can see the city bending over my bed looking out the mirror
The old n***a getting mad, keep callin' trippin'
Take her heart and her purse at the same time
Saying so much sh*t, I'm all in her mind
I'm just a stone cold gangster ass n***a
But I'm so player when it come to these b*t*hes!
Aye
Girl, all the Crip n***as, girl, all the Crip n***as
They want ya
Hahahaha
G, sh*t Don't Stop
A.K.A. G Scrilla
Live from the ten-eight, you know, we gon' keep this sh*t going
So Way Out, b*t*h!
G Perico
sh*t don't stop, we just keep goin', you know what I mean?
Ah
You don't like it when I break on you and dip, huh?
Pull it out and bust a nut real quick, huh?
This rap sh*t on a b*t*h, I'm a pimp though
Don't get it twisted, I ain't never gon' trick on you
On the line with my b*t*h, 'bout to catch a flight
Have that money when I land later on tonight
I'm worldwide, getting bands all in Amsterdam
Early mornin', drinkin' 'nac, n' smokin' weed, laughing
Them plane tires "skrr, skrt" on the runway
Private flights, jumping out ready for gunplay
Got the girl you been paying giving money to me
You ain't heard? This how n***as from the 100s do it
She don't like G's curls? Man, that b*t*h lying
Bought that ass, I'mma make a couple hundred thousand
f**k what you heard, G ain't trippin' off that bullsh*t
I'm already ballin', walking out of spots in the hills
Conversate, in five minutes, I can get to know you
Send you with [?], he gon' bend you over
You been living fast, n***as nuttin' on your ass
Room to room with a blue sleeping bag
Stop hatin', let the b*t*h choose
Come and take a ride with a boss and make a big move
You can see the city bending over my bed looking out the mirror
The old n***a getting mad, keep callin' trippin'
Take her heart and her purse at the same time
Saying so much sh*t, I'm all in her mind
I'm just a stone cold gangster ass n***a
But I'm so player when it come to these b*t*hes!
Aye
Girl, all the Crip n***as, girl, all the Crip n***as
They want ya
Hahahaha
G, sh*t Don't Stop
A.K.A. G Scrilla
Live from the ten-eight, you know, we gon' keep this sh*t going
So Way Out, b*t*h!
