Alba s touto skladbou:
Food & Liquor,
The Cookout,
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)
2 red cups, gin in it with mad ice
Smoking like a taylor over show, you for show right
I just keep it g, I just keep it g
I just keep it g baby, I just keep it g
2 red cups, gin in it with mad ice
Smoking like a taylor over show, you for show right
I just keep it g, I just keep it g
I just keep it g baby, I just keep it g
Convertible top off, I keep it gg, I just keep it gg, I just keep it g
Know your bitch wanna fuck with me cause I keep it g
You're a sucker nigger, I'm a nigger from the streets
Get it in the heat, we ain't talking top
Old nigger you sleep, pillow talking to them broads
Never seen a key, I ain't talking open doors
I'm talking about that white glass house marble floor
I got the bitches bagging up and they all naked
That's a1 stakes all, you ain't gotta test it
It's hotter than a motherfucker, all my stove's on
By tonight, all the work gone
2 red cups, gin in it with mad ice
Smoking like a taylor over show, you for show right
I just keep it g, I just keep it g
I just keep it g baby, I just keep it g
2 red cups, gin in it with mad ice
Smoking like a taylor over show, you for show right
I just keep it g, I just keep it g
I just keep it g baby, I just keep it g
Clear cut stones, bought the jewels
See my shit, it look like the [?]
Don't mind me though, I'm just doing me
Just a regular, just the life I lead
Or the life I live, don't mix it up
Unless it's we, twist it up
I just keep it gg, I just keep it gg
I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me
I'm bout my paper, I'm bout my scratch
You bout your bread, go and handle that
Feast my nigger, it's a big table
[?] I'm watching cable
2 red cups, gin in it with mad ice
Smoking like a taylor over show, you for show right
I just keep it g, I just keep it g
I just keep it g baby, I just keep it g
2 red cups, gin in it with mad ice
Smoking like a taylor over show, you for show right
I just keep it g, I just keep it g
I just keep it g baby, I just keep it g
2 red cups, one filled up with hella ice
OG kush, could tell just by the smell is right
Try and call my phone but I was on a private flight
You be tricking off, but I just give her hella' pipe
Plus she rep my gang, she roll my weed, she down for life
I say get on this plane and I ain't gotta tell her twice
I'm out here doing my thang I ball they ain't seen off of me
I bough six of them chains And gave them shits to all my niggas Make the money talk my nigger, when it's summer fall my niggers
If there's ever problems in your face don't have to call my niggers
You repping taylors, that's what they call my niggers
I'm rolling papers to smoke with all them niggers
2 red cups, gin in it with mad ice
Smoking like a taylor over show, you for show right
I just keep it g, I just keep it g
I just keep it g baby, I just keep it g
2 red cups, gin in it with mad ice
Smoking like a taylor over show, you for show right
I just keep it g, I just keep it g
I just keep it g baby, I just keep it g.
