G5 Elz - The Dash lyrics

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G5 Elz - The Dash lyrics

(Verse) Dougie Fresh Fresh 2 d**h No coffins Sour coughing Dine on Steinway Shopping On Austin Polo fits Fitted Fits 2012 Olympic Shyt Olympic kicks Number 6 Audi in Kah Olympic whip Only Red and white Red bones and white chicks No Swag on tab Master Card cause it's priceless Cartier's in the club Got a n***a sightless Eye of the tiger Eating til I get the itis Unnn Me and SoSo Riding German No Volvo Rugby or the polo When Eva I take a photo Take ya b**h home Beat her a** like ocho Bend her back Send her back to you Like a yo-yo Balling wit My Brons tied Elite's high Tee shirt by halftime Repping that g5 That G5 (chopped and screwed) My chick Hopping out that beam ride Nudie fly No Levi's Hair tied Ya chick like my cargo's Superdry ! Flip packs I did that The trap where I live at 205 to 179 Boy Don't get clapped Northside we outside OCP Courtside Bike Stars gone World Wide Riding through ya town No tour guide If you feed the pigeons That's the reason Why they sh**ting Taught'em how to rhyme But they still adlibing 3 peat Dream Team 92 Pippin Next thing outta Queens Word to Preme and Tommy Mickens Red Faragamo R.I.P my n***a Hamo Rollin up fanto On the sev Wit the vatos Live from the city of potholes n***as will grill u melt you For that cheese like taco's Rock You ASAP No flacko Muchachos This the Return No D Rose Chicago On the rock Movado Pouring ciroc bottles No Joking We bane nights Darker than Colorado I just be chilling Hoody tied Like a hoodlum Mikes loose Never bow tied Like a m**m Hate jail Furthest I'll Go is the bookings Cause there is Money to be made During the time You are took-en Fresh cut Lookin good Kah good looking Queens n***a Catch me in some spikes Out in Brooklyn You Short balling Nate Rob I play durant hard Flocka paint job Play the paint hard Black Shell Toes Black Track Jack Zipper Homi Pelle jacks Genesis Jack the ripper Stones big dipper My chick look like a stripper Young skipper You won't hit her Like a body guard wit her Don't remember my name Now They callin me handsome Release of my feet I'm sleep while you camping Mac truck flow Clear the track No standing G5 Flying high Clear the sky No landing You know my steelo Cool out Monday's Rollin dimos Surfing Mumas Cup full finding nemo Keep ya team tight They lining n***as Like free throws Got some ray Allen's Who ain't scared To let that heat go Gang green teebo Coming from that queens globe While you home stressing hoes I'm flexin on these soho's UFO on FNO But every night is FNO If you ain't FNO Well Now u FNO Tim's all bu*ter Goose all jelly Matching skelly Shootin sKelly Around the corner From the deli Pocket full of hookah Got ya girl doing hulas Metaphors hot Got ya ears In Aruba My brush Needs a scuba Your aura Needs tutor Extra extra NY Times For ya Madula 1040 mula Cool wit out a j**eler Icy all summer But im Lit wen it's coola Make her dance Wit no bands Shake the dice Wit my left hand Rape bank No check scam Grinding hard Like a slow jam Love my fans No Stan f** ya life No Trojan Obama 2012 Hood need them food stamps Finish line Popping Cris Jogging suit Didn't sweat a drip Check my pits Air Max kicks No steroids Check my piss Champion night Ass and tits Take a pic Read my lips Could of did it at 16 Gabby gold medalist

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