Prince George Songtext
von Azizi Gibson
Prince George Songtext
This shit right here for my goonies
Never say that shit a day in my life
Prehistoric Crew, who the fuck else fucks with me
For the record I never said I was tight
Those was your friends nigga, chill out
(Mhm)
Now you remember
Im from PG
Light skinned booty, tattoos, no brains, 2 kids
(Hey, let′s go Azizi)
Now we riding down E street
(Huuh?)
Took a little trip down DC wit a few friends
Let me tell you about what I see (Whatup niggaaaa)
Crack heads all up on the street, tryin to be the nigga me
Doin everything for money
Trickin if you got it, ain't no hobby nigga, its real thing now wassup
Better shit come out tonight, we′ll rob your car on sight, even if it ain't nice (Get the fuck out the car)
They say how I'm livin ain′t right, they say why I says to bright, its the LA life
Now who the fuck shipping you work
Who the fuck doin all the dirt no stains on the shirt
Know how you niggas got the nerve
Ace pull the whip to the front bout time that we swerve
Part make your bitch gon twerk
Class of ′08 don't hate, we the best on Earth
Bout time that I take y′all to church
Smoking with the gods in the clouds and you thought I won't hurt
I love how you niggas think you rap
I love how you swear you from the trap
I love how you eating big macs
Nigga where the fucking money at and all those hoes you smash nigga
So why you hating on me, cuz I got far away
I bet you got better shit to do then sit and fuck with me
I bet you gotta a family at home that you don′t keep company (nah)
Now you tryin to get revenge because I wouldn't do a track for free (What the fuck!)
Fuck it
Dealin with ho
Which one you niggas want some
Beat em like a god damn drum (brruumm)
I don′t need to run, only came here to have fun
Little nigga from Maryland
Won't fuck her once
OG fucking up my lungs
But I can never ever get enough
I love this stuff (Let me hit that shit again)
I take another puff
Little nigga gotta live it up, what (Yessir)
Bout to say shit I gotta go
Couldn't even take it kno mo
The same old shit
Yeah I said the same old shit and a nigga just tryna lay low
You shoulda take notes
Oh yeah never go broke
Let free smoke a little dope
Let the (?) hope
Get a caste all in the moat
Before I ship off my boat (No, No, No!)
Murder that you wrote
Why hate on me cuz I got far away
And honestly fuck you fools is how I feel today
I ain′t happy, I′m feeling glad
I got sunshine, In a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
My future, is coming on
(Is coming on) X17
(My future) X3
(Watch yo mouth mothafucka)
It′s Prehistoric metaphorical
Gettin naughty
Never here to hurt nobody
Just came through to stress the party
They just say your rap is hardly
Interesting or embalming
It just made me fucking bomb it (Your rap sucks)
I just want to smack you momma
It's Prehistoric metaphorical
Gettin naughty
Never here to hurt nobody
Just came through to stress the party (Gimme that)
They just say your rap is hardly
Interesting or embalming (You suck!)
It just made me fucking bomb it
Almost made me smack your momma
Never say that shit a day in my life
Prehistoric Crew, who the fuck else fucks with me
For the record I never said I was tight
Those was your friends nigga, chill out
(Mhm)
Now you remember
Im from PG
Light skinned booty, tattoos, no brains, 2 kids
(Hey, let′s go Azizi)
Now we riding down E street
(Huuh?)
Took a little trip down DC wit a few friends
Let me tell you about what I see (Whatup niggaaaa)
Crack heads all up on the street, tryin to be the nigga me
Doin everything for money
Trickin if you got it, ain't no hobby nigga, its real thing now wassup
Better shit come out tonight, we′ll rob your car on sight, even if it ain't nice (Get the fuck out the car)
They say how I'm livin ain′t right, they say why I says to bright, its the LA life
Now who the fuck shipping you work
Who the fuck doin all the dirt no stains on the shirt
Know how you niggas got the nerve
Ace pull the whip to the front bout time that we swerve
Part make your bitch gon twerk
Class of ′08 don't hate, we the best on Earth
Bout time that I take y′all to church
Smoking with the gods in the clouds and you thought I won't hurt
I love how you niggas think you rap
I love how you swear you from the trap
I love how you eating big macs
Nigga where the fucking money at and all those hoes you smash nigga
So why you hating on me, cuz I got far away
I bet you got better shit to do then sit and fuck with me
I bet you gotta a family at home that you don′t keep company (nah)
Now you tryin to get revenge because I wouldn't do a track for free (What the fuck!)
Fuck it
Dealin with ho
Which one you niggas want some
Beat em like a god damn drum (brruumm)
I don′t need to run, only came here to have fun
Little nigga from Maryland
Won't fuck her once
OG fucking up my lungs
But I can never ever get enough
I love this stuff (Let me hit that shit again)
I take another puff
Little nigga gotta live it up, what (Yessir)
Bout to say shit I gotta go
Couldn't even take it kno mo
The same old shit
Yeah I said the same old shit and a nigga just tryna lay low
You shoulda take notes
Oh yeah never go broke
Let free smoke a little dope
Let the (?) hope
Get a caste all in the moat
Before I ship off my boat (No, No, No!)
Murder that you wrote
Why hate on me cuz I got far away
And honestly fuck you fools is how I feel today
I ain′t happy, I′m feeling glad
I got sunshine, In a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
My future, is coming on
(Is coming on) X17
(My future) X3
(Watch yo mouth mothafucka)
It′s Prehistoric metaphorical
Gettin naughty
Never here to hurt nobody
Just came through to stress the party
They just say your rap is hardly
Interesting or embalming
It just made me fucking bomb it (Your rap sucks)
I just want to smack you momma
It's Prehistoric metaphorical
Gettin naughty
Never here to hurt nobody
Just came through to stress the party (Gimme that)
They just say your rap is hardly
Interesting or embalming (You suck!)
It just made me fucking bomb it
Almost made me smack your momma
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