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Correct G Season Lyrics
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Okay Aye man I’m sucka free, sucka back until all them suckas get the fuck out my way man You understand? G season! [T. I] Told you motherfuckers once, prison ain’t changed me All it did was made a nigga crazy, deranged see? Psycho, nuts so, what I give a fuck for? All I know now is to get out and go for the gusto So, fuck niggas, fuck hoes They said, she said, nigga and what, so? Fuck what they say ‘bout my cases, fuck what they say ‘bout my lady Fuck what they say we were doing on that day of visitation All I care ‘bout is my updater, the scripture of probation How much dough I’m set to makin’, where I’m gon go on vacation Wait, damn Okay, that’s way too far ahead of me So I’m just tryina take it day to day if they were never G 3 cop cars by the 3’s Bitches call me Papa John cuz I keep that extra cheese Overseas in the sun, living for the fun In Milan with some bad bitches, probly want a youngin What will it done? All the mama done Ride foreign, comes drawin, getting blown like a blunt I’m the bomb, terrorist, hella rich, record shit Niggas ask about me, homie I suggest you tell em this I’m sucka duckin, I’m sucka free You ain’t a G? Don’t fuck with me Them sucka niggas out of style, G season Them sucka niggas out of style, G season I’m sucka duckin, I’m sucka free You ain’t a G? Don’t fuck with me Them sucka niggas out of style, G season Them sucka niggas out of style, G season [Meek Mill] Pimp placed on my ass, the more I’m bitch I’m ballin Killin all my haters, say yo momma pick it often Hundred rack shorty, I just got ta pick a talker Put my name on that flyer, watch the party get retarded And I got crazy in that bitch, feel like baby in that bitch Got your lady on my dick cuz I got like 80 on my wrist Kod, I make it rain, I know they hate me in that bitch Stop eatin, just throwin money like they played me for that shit, hold up Caught it in the back, now I’m that nigga in the front Shorty want the real and I’mma give er what she want Og nigga, you can put it in the blunt Fuckin all the baddest bitches, I’mma hit em from the front Good to see their faces on it when a nigga lay it on em Every time she had a dick I tell her go to making all that Lord have mercy, these bitches thirsty I’m the mercy, she kissin on me ushy, we in this bitch I’m sucka duckin, I’m sucka free That’s your main bitch? She fuckin me I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a fuckin G This Meek Millie, C I fuckin P I’m sucka duckin, I’m sucka free You ain’t a G? Don’t fuck with me Them sucka niggas out of style, G season Them sucka niggas out of style, G season [T. I] My best flow too cold and jet bring it out But go to talkin crazy thugh, you get yourself singled out Half a million bucks to pack a whole arena out Being a sucka I don't know the first thing about You get the scene, about to come in at your face Like a volcano have, lava running out your face Hey, if your ass out of place You'll find the weapons they took away, I replaced What can I say? Another year, another case Another sentence completed, I'm confident and conceded I'm sucka free, sucka duckin and so tell them suckas to beat it Don't fuck with me, buster trust me your future will be deleted Such a G, ain't no touching me, luckily I defeated the odd But out my two alarm glory to god And I ain't even Islamic, so sick whenever I bondage Just throw me a mill or two and that ought to settle my stomach Box of money he done it, call me Mr. Herunit These niggas ain't really bout it, They just be speaking ebonics I'm nothing short of iconic Promise you you don't want it Strong as gin & tonic, my left you won't see it coming My right should be running from it, I catch you with it – you done I'm a keep it 100, You better get you a gun Word bond, real talk Do my dirt all by lonely cause' them sucka's will talk
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