| Lyric | Song |
|---|
| I believe that life is a prize, but to live doesn't mean you're alive | |
| I get what you get in ten years, in two days | |
| Shorty go hard, concrete | |
| Five in the air for the teachers not scared to tell those kids livin' in the ghetto that the ni****s hold back that the world is theirs | |
| Infect me with your lovin', fill me with your poison | |
| Call me Spongebob, stackin' Krabby Patties | |
| There's a fire starting in my heart, reaching a fever pitch and it's bringin me out the dark | |
| 'We're just friends,' what are you saying? | |
| Real G's move in silence like lasagna | |
| Pretty as a picture, sweeter than a swisha | |
| | Lyric | Song |
|---|
| Hop up out the bed turn my swag on, Pay no attention to them haters cause we whip 'em off | |
| Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father | |
| My pockets stuck on overload, my rain never evaporates | |
| Yeah I'm sorry, I can't afford a Ferrari | |
| You're original, cannot be replaced | |
| Can I get salt all around that rim, rim, rim, rim? | |
| Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza | |
| He ill, he real, he might got a deal | |
| Sippin sizzurp in my ride like a three six | |
| Put on your shades 'cause I'll be dancing in the flames | |
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'The' Bands
Musician by Picture
Figure Out the Disney Lyrics II
