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Artist/Band:
Cassidy
Lyrics for Song: Imma G Boy
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Cassidy
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and i aint no motha fucking gang
but I'm a motha fucking gangster real rap
"Imma G boy get smoked by P boy coc by the key boy
got dope and E boy Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy
Imma G boy get smoked by P boy coc by the key boy got dope and E boy
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy Imma G boy get smoked
by P boy coc by the key boy got dope and E boy"
all this rappers is acting like all the actors in the
gangster flicks they act gangster but really don't
do no gangster shit you not a gangster cause you on
a real gangster dick a gangster rap is a rap that a
real gangster spit a gangster should never kiss another
gangster lips you shouldn't even kiss a gangster bitch
on some gangster shit
my flow cold like a runny nose I'm bouts to blow like
a handkerchief and you ain't on my thank you list
think of me when you think of jay-z think of kiss five
or Em when you think of them think of this
I'm ma bout to go pick up this little stinky bitch
and get brain but not the same brain she be thinking
with banger by my pancreas if a nigah think he slick
I'll blow his brain out now he can't think for shit
bitch this how goon talk clip look like half a moon
and it will make a nigah moon walk
I'm not the king of pop but my thing finger pops i
sell bricks and got that Elvis I'm the king of rock
I'm still slanging rock trap phone ring a lot clientele
popping up I'm on the block guapping up i got that
fish you got that shit that they locking up yup is
going to be hard to push if that shit is hard to cook
the hard i cook give the phines the retarded look i
get stupid cake cause one hit will give'em the stupid
face they smoke your coc and there no result they not
high they smoke my coc and they over dose they not
alive i aint bagging white for bragging rights but
i was broke so i had to sell coc to get my swagger
right I'm the hustler cause I've been hustling for
half my life anything I'm hustling I bought for lease
half the price my coupe blue and I'm cute too ask your
wife she had a tight little ass she could only take
half the pipe you have a pipe but you pussy a Hermaphrodite
is a men's world but if is drama you girl up when ice
cube was Jerry curled up rap was my hole world until
rap started fucking my world up
"Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy
Imma G boy get smoked by P boy coc by the key boy got dope and E boy
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy
Imma G boy get smoked by P boy coc by the key boy got dope and E boy"
Where I'm from money be the object i get mines putting
fire to the Pyrex so fuck a diss track i bring it to
you direct i kill you then the witness die next forty
four bulldog get the five vex you never progress if
you only side bet I'm trying to kill two birds with
one stone i just grab two birds now one gone I supply
it well that's my clientele i fire shell if any of
my client tells well they say is a long line to hell
but I'm ma either get rich or I'm ma die in jail until
then I'm only trying to gain revenue raise a blade
in a plate full of residue Nine-Six Impala it's heaven
blue being broke like you is what I'll never do purple
juice and them zens got me sleep walking she said nigahs
like me she don't see often and i don't care if he
shot i just keep sparking i make nigah throw towels
and give peace offerings i got two baby moms and we
don't speak often i just give'em bank rolls and tell'em
keep walking i just show a bitch money i don't keep
talking then she slob on my nob like she retarded sour
D four grams stuffed in a dutch fifty grand rubber
band tucked in the cut two bitches four hand touching
my nuts then i give'em long dick touching they gut
if money is the topic i get like Floyd i be O-Ting
moving grams of the boy if i don't know nigahs my hand
on toy cause I'm ma a fucking shooter Brandon Roy my
nigah Cass got the bent i need the 550 only blow good
smoke an L 550 his not a real connect if he cant supply
50 my cousin na get half cause he'll die with me O
B A still a set and we gone make ours couple nigahs
got shot trying take ours i was in the crack house
with eight vows you was like Eminem of eight miles
in your shitty house writing rap song i use to run
in nigahs house with the mac drawn i guess you only
need one mic like Nas i take a four pound and a white-pot
Glock 30 con-pact it's the right size vision ware on
the stuff watch the white rise I'm talking brick sales
get your order up i dry cook mine i don't like it watered
up if you short a buck i send them to the coroner the
gun small the clip hang like Florida it say a stack
on a scale when i weight powder I'm a gangster a goon to the eighth power
"Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy
Imma G boy get smoked by P boy coc by the key boy got dope and E boy
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy
Imma G boy get smoked by P boy coc by the key boy got dope and E boy"
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