- Votes:
- Composers:
- Robert Briggs
- James Wilson
- Isaac Booker
- Javahn Barry
 
- Tags:
- heisse scheibe
 
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Gp Wu - Life Bid lyrics
Breathe out, breathe in, breathe out
 Yo yo hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on
 hold on
 Before we do that, before we do that before we do that
 Let my man burn, let my man burn real quick
 This is for the ladies you know 
 cause niggas be sayin we don't be lookin out
 I want y'all to feel this a little somethin
 And if y'all know the song, no no no dis-
 If y'all know the song, sing along, it's a remix, word
 up, check it
 (Remix for who?)
 For G.P., for G.P. nigga
 Don't be disrespectful nigga
 G.P. nigga (aiiight, aiiight, talk about it)
 Last night
 You sucked somethin special outta me
 (What? A fuckin nut?) Uh huh
 And for the first time
 I got my dick sucked for free
 (What, for free?) Uh huh
 Check out what she told me tho, she said
 She said do you want me to use protection
 I told the bitch of course
 But you can still lick my balls
 She said Pop can I ask your black ass one more
 question
 I told her hell no
 Last night (what she do, what she do)
 You sucked somethin special outta me
 (Aiiight aiiight now, where we leave off at)
 [Rubberbands]
 Niggas callin theyself the shit, packin full clips in
 a whip
 Drivin hip hop right off a cliff
 Goin nowhere, fantasizin with the art
 When I retire my first album'll still be up on the
 charts
 With a bullet, saw my mom screamin for the rest of my
 life
 I can't rap, she can kill that
 She don't know about the Illuminati soldiers
 Sometimes it feels like I got the weight of the world
 on my shoulders
 Misguided ones on the block slingin boulders
 Eighteen years old and got criminal records instead of
 diplomas
 Goin nowhere fast
 Right into a brick wall, the road is wet so we crash
 About the whip and dip before I had you can
 Sayin maybe it wouldn't have happened if I was sober
 Or wishin that I could live my whole life over
 But I'm a Libra so I sit back and look forward to
 October
 We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
 G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business
 [Down Low Recka]
 We stay true, the G.P. debut
 Smacks you, lyrically attacks you and your crew
 Up against the wall and turn your metals into copper
 A real hip hopper, think nada, don't matterGp Wu - Life Bid - http://motolyrics.com/gp-wu/life-bid-lyrics.html
 You might be phatter, but what it takes I don't see it
 in ya
 My whole click about to get into shit
 Brothers comin up as slaves
 Learnin how to use brainwaves to control paydays
 Niggas like us with magic stays
 While the car hustlers get grazed and nosy cats strays
 You can't last in a billion dollar world
 Tryin to get a billion dollar girl
 Doin big B-I lookin dead into my future
 Keep up cause you'll hate me if I lose ya
 We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
 G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business
 Hit son, the one you thought was number one
 Is now number two to my crew
 [Pop The Brown Hornet]
 Puff puff give, G.P. got to live
 We been rhymin on the mic ever since we was kids
 And now we full grown, callin shots with no phone
 The wick's been lit leavin the rap world blown
 Beyond repair, beats thick like peasy hair
 Rap heads love me like alcoholics love beer
 We's a perfect combo, save the bullshit convo
 You beatin me that's like the Knicks beatin Chicago
 Can't happen, captain caught a ticket for speed rappin
 But they droppin charges cause I kept the crowd
 clappin
 No we goin platinum, Rerun, what's happenin
 Takin the world by storm like the Jacksons
 Shit, you better search for the G.P. logo
 If you want that bomb ass shit that drives you loco
 Produced by RNS and DLR
 I touch it up with the lyrics watch the shit go far
 My destiny's comfortability
 Playin up not too far from military artillary
 Not for manos but for protection
 A lot of cats got the venom in em and I'ma pop em
 [June Luva]
 I got plenty niggas down for whatever
 Sewin up stitchin up projects whatever
 Do or die situations you be facin
 Goin up against the Grain nigga feel the pain
 My soldiers they lined up ready to bust with no fuss
 Keepin it real, it gats we trust
 Niggas be under pressure when I'm stompin
 Run things from New York to Compton
 And all the crews inbetween (why's that June) I don't
 know
 All I know is they got to go
 Cause they can stop the show from goin on, it must
 succeed
 If not the next man bleeds
 We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
 G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business
 Hit son, the one you thought was number one
 Is now number two to my crew
 The hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
 G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business
 Hit son, the one you thought was number one
 Is now number two to my crew













