Fuck You Wanna Bee's Lyrics & Tabs by King Lil G
Fuck You Wanna Bee's
guitar chords lyrics
This is for the real gs, fuck you wanna bees
Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me
This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die
Bitch, till the day I die
Till the day, posted with my dodger blue
Enemies could die slow, its always been my attitude
Ready to cut your bitch out, on a hot day
Some of them living local, and some of them living out of states
You can hate, on the king, while I celebrate
South side flowing through my blood, rolling through my veins
My team strong, the weed strong, chilly walked in
With some hoes Im tryina creep on
I do it for my people with that brown pride
Taking back to base when it was bumping out your outline
Bodies on the floor, murder outline
I do it for my people with that brown pride
Taking back to base when it was bumping out your outline
Bodies on the floor, murder outline
Boys incarcerated, eating food when its chal time
But its out 8 on mine
I told you soldiers dont die, california holding my pride
My homie thinking them 40s, while police posted outside
This is for drumma boy, for instruments sublime
This is for the real gs, fuck you wanna bees
Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me
This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die
Bitch, till the day I die
La tell me where you at, till the day I die
Oc now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
818 now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
805 what, tell me where you at, till the day I die
Hurra, about to make this place turn up
Hit the light switch in this bitch with the burn up
Another day, another dollar, another beat thats bloody murder
Tony deuces coming through, watch all these bitches pull they skirt up
Word up, Im only cuttin if its major
Megan Fox status, or unless this bitch has paper
Only way Im going up is with the cross fader
So tell me if Im living wrong, when I die them play the song
And say tone held it down for the street block
The courier, ass out, gate down and d lock
Me and lil g be the kings of this g hop
Been know to get paws, and all foes they hear the east pop
Yeah I smoke good and eat honey
When Im loeather suits on...
You can see it in my eyes
Ima put it down for a late bitch till the day I die
This is for the real gs, fuck you wanna bees
Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me
This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die
Bitch, till the day I die
La tell me where you at, till the day I die
Oc now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
818 now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
805 what, tell me where you at, till the day I die
Till the day I die, Im chillin where the birds at
Make a few ends and I smoke, where the herbs at
Man I gets high, hitters everyday
Spend a little money on my watch, no chain
Homies that Im with all rep the same gang
And they all yellin out, money aint a thang
Smokin on loud, you hand me the loud pack
I aint gotta tell where it is, but I got that
Out in la, back in the p
Wherever I be, yeah thats where they be
All up on the block, ask em where the bud at
All the homie still on parole and they love that
Bitches stay fly, I aint gotta say that
Fucking with my money or my team
I dont play that
Its on everyday, and its on mine
Ask me what I do it for, this I reply, hear.
