Young Will - We Represent G'z (Radio Edit)
We represent G's, We represent G's, we represent G's, countin bout amilli,
We represent G's, yeah, We represent G's, yeah, We represent G's, got your girl dizzy,
Dumpin bodies, I'm an American dad, she says she's tired of being lonely, that's so sad, babe why don't you roll with me and be glad, your dude, I'll make him defecate after he levitates from these slugs, hoes, they get no love, homie, I'm pimpin' in here, F*** all, I have no fear, the only person I fear is Jesus, G-O-D, and the Holy Spirit, n!gga cheers
these real G's over here, I'm gettin' head from your girl while I steer, your favorite rappers, rappers is queers, if it ain't Young Will, named the best rapper takin' over every year, I shed so many tears, from the dead rappers that I buried this year, you love my skills, yeah, girl, they lovin' me, yeah, especially when I'm in they ear, makin'em moan, I fuck'em like a bear, in the rear, in the back of my house, or either on the couch, babe, I love when you give me mouth
I represent the south, middle, east, to the west side of NC, and I make more than $5,000 a week, I make more cheddar than cheese, you lames is mac n' cheese phonies, I'm suicidal, man, jumpin' out of vans, with a nine milli in each hand, and me and your baby mama got plans, can you handle this, man, I don't think so, chear
We represent G's, yeah, We represent G's, yeah, We represent G's, yeah, countin' bout amilli,
We represent G's, yeah, We represent G's, yeah, We represent G's, yeah, got your girl dizzy
if you ain't talkin' bout salvation, then you ain't talkin' bout nothin', say you killin' it, dawg, you a lame cat that's frontin', man, you softer than Teddy Ruskbin, so hush then, I'm nasty with the pen, break you, coward, chin, I'm drunker, like I created my own gin, your girl, dawg, she wanna F me again, ain't got no other choice but ta smash it, everything I do is drop classics, while you reminisce, we represent G's, yeah, and yeah, I own the streets, yeah, you ain't the only one that can switch it up
F around wit me and get hit up, I ain't callin' no names, I'm just gettin' rid of your lames, while I'm F***in' ya dames, pleasing her with mad pain, in the club, I make it rain, I'm talkin' straight, Ben Franks, you n!ggaz frontin' like it ain't what you said it is, F*** a bid, I do it raw, execute what you n!ggaz saw, split you in half, don't make me dash, and do the math
I'm smoking bout a half, of hydro, you know my steelo, that's how it go, F***ing mad hoes, Dae love our clothes and our shows!
We represent G's, yeah, We represent G's, yeah, We represent G's, yeah, countin bout amilli
We represent G's, yeah, We represent G's, yeah, We represent G's, yeah, got your girl dizzy
Written by:
WILLIE HOOVER
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