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letra de the-g - g-hazz

[intro]

def studio man this sh-t lit
tobbal, artwork,sh-t

leggo man ghazz the n-gga(sh-t)

[verse 1]

if you want beef stop targeting calves
you ain’t near my level, not even half
not even if we takin’ it back
wrist cold but i’m more alive then i ever have

tired of trippin’ i’ma start usin’ straps, you keep turnin’ sides
like you using flaps
i’m number one i’m just kickin’ that -ss
ya’ll better know that you’re f-cking with ghazz

f-ckin’ with ghazz, my beat make you spaz,i’m movin in the night like a maof-ckin’ bat yall k!llin the vibe like a maof-ckin’ rat
metalic saliva the bars have been spat

look into your rhyme book that sh-t is empty, yo boys always right even though i’m lefty, when i grip the mic sh-t can get messy i gotta bright future afraid of epilepsy

g-ssin’ out n-gga, i ain’t sippin’ pespi
i am the one these n-ggas pesky
i be movin’ cheeky i ain’t even leslie
curvin’ these b-tches, now who looking s-xy? f-ckin’ these b-tches yeh they lookin s-xy
i’m getting rich now, your boy gettin’ flexy
when it comes to bars i have got plenty
too many karrats god blessed me, i’m healthy

too many karrats god blessed me, i’m wealthy
black panther sh-t god blessed me, i’m stealthy
life span in the game, it’s gonna be lengthy
haters just talk i’ll pull up in a bentley

running all day your boy gettin’ sweaty
murder this beat, i do it correctly
smoke in the air like f-ckin’ four-twenty
steam in the air might as well make spaghetti

my sh-t gettin huge your sh-t is just petty
makin legacy, andrea boch-lly
yeh i’m a beast, maof-ckin’ yetti
money will rain like f-ckin’ confedi

my rhyme scheme is too versatile
all these haters need to wait a while
whose larger on the scales n-gga? ya’ll got fake tears like a crocodile

do what i want that’s gon’ be my lifestyle
my flows be k!llin’ written or in freestyle
in rap i’m older than ya’ll, like a maof-ckin’ pedophile

yeah, yeah i k!ll that p-ssy nine times
yeah that p-ssy got nine lives
i ain’t no p-ssy i got nine wives
so i be f-ckin’ 81 times just too much p-ssy on my time line

too much p-ssy but it’s all mine
too much p-ssy on all time lines that’s a record set on all time
future best rapper of all time

spice sh-t up? i got no thyme
wanna meat up? i got no thyme
if it’s out of 10 i’m 20, ya’ll asking me for 10 n-gga, i got no dime
(no dime)
i got no dime
(no dime)

now

teaching you sh-t ya’ll just call me professor
yes in the game i am the successor
smartest in the game i’ll go by the name dexter
i am the g but i’m barely a flexer
my dad got some money but i’m not a flexer
my dad got some money
your dad got some money
you flex on his money
aon’t flex on his money
he wastes it on you buying gucci and armani,(i don’t flex)
and when you get cash you gon’ waste it on honeys
n-ggas just hustle for drugs and punnani
i’ll hustle to go get a house and a pagani

to all of my haters your life style is funny
your boy jumping levels just call me a bunny
i got a cold flow, my nose getting runny
i am the real sh-t ya’ll n-ggas just
dummies
i’m proving to ya’ll that i will win a grammy

f-cking with ghazz, my beat make you spazz, i’m movin the night like a maof-ckin’ bat ya’ll k!lling the vibe like a maof-ckin’ rat
metalic saliva the bars have been spat!

goddam!

[outro]

sh-t!
shout-out tobblack, rich midget, pulse, emereni-7, cyrah, scottema, all them other n-ggas man

ghazz out, the g
sh-t!

- g hazz

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