Whats up lil' momma, name G Killa
Watch me pop dat coke, drink dat cocoa vanilla
we can do it the scrilla or we can do it in the bed
Make my bang like two twelves all up in yo head
Ride you like a stallion make you cry me a river
Feel dem legs quiver from my tounge slitheren
They call me the predator, cause I'm really killin it
Home run king Barry Bonds cause the way I'm hittin it
sixty three on the list numba one in yo tummy
After you drive dis stick, you gon be my nascar honey
Show me baby girl why you love me the most
And when you finish I'm a show you why they call me ghost
MrOfficialTG3
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Verse 1 from "Getting Some"
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