Rick ross - I'm a g
Overige artiesten: Lil wayne Brisco

DJ Khaled:
Beat Novocain

Lil' Wayne:
Yeah, uh, I wear the gun like a garment
Bulletproof car got me feeling like a turtle
Shit, these niggaz ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered, ya heard me
Yeah, and I'm a G
You don't know a mu'fuckin' thing about me
I'll tell you one mu'fuckin' thing about me
Bitch I got so much money on me, huh

Verse 1
Rick Ross:
I'm lookin' thug in the Bentley
I got a few slugs, don't tempt me
Khaled put me up on the fur mats
I'm a million-dollar nigga, let's confirm that
I rep Carol City out in Vegas
At the Magic, 100 thousand dollar bracelet
Mo' guns than the Matrix
Neo, reload, get ya face twist
Cartel, cocaine by the cases
Cartel, mo' cars than the races
AK's on the Lear jets (G4)
Rick Ross, I'm a real threat


Verse 2
Standing in the blue house, choppers in my right hand
Stomach growlin', the Brisc' gotta feed the fam
I gotta meet the man, the man with them kilograms
He bought to get jammed by the Open-Locker Goon
I found a needle in a haystack
Put boil in it, flood the streets, then got my weight back
Now I'm known around Dade as the Young Don
Ain't no bitch-made pussies where I come from (Nah)
And them dicks ain't stoppin' shit
8 pounds on the pinky, bird fed on the wrist
So far, so hood
When them rounds hit his ass, he ain't look so good
Now he leavin' in a black bag
He the roach, the Brisc' be the Black Flag
And don't leave your dope 'round me
Straight gutter for real
Ask your homie 'bout me, I'm a G


Verse 3
Lil' Wayne:
Fat paper bag, brown paper bag
Rubberband, green, paper cash, yep
Fuck wit' it, get the laser tag
Y'all niggaz better wave ya flag, it is over
I walk wit' a handgun, ridin' wit' a ploor
Vroom, it must been the Coupe or some'n
And since I love her I'ma put some candy on dat hoe
I go topless, no panties on dat hoe
See, y'all niggaz think it's sweet
Sweet-tooth niggaz get shot in the teeth
Like dat boy
I got guns where guns ain't supposed to be
You need to get a full dose of me, I'm crack


Verse 4
Rick Ross:
Niggaz know I'm millitant, know who you dealing with
Fuck your pretty whip, you niggaz ain't killin' shit
Every bird I whip, fuck it, every bird I'm with
I'm that Makaveli sucka, where dat murder hit
Y'all niggaz ain't trill (trill)
Y'all niggaz know the deal
Y'all niggaz want deals (deals)
What y'all talkin' is irrelevant
The shit'll leave a whole in a elephant (Boom)
And if I got it then I'm selling it (I'm selling it)
Need cheesecake like Frederick
You hear the redderick, prick, you not a predicate
Rick in the ‘7-6, six shot metal kit, Ross


Writers: Khaled Khaled , William Roberts , LIL' WAYNE , BRISCOE

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