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E-40

"4G's"

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
b*tch n*gga you corny
Ridin' round in the Forgies
You ain't even got four G's
You ain't even know four G's
My Louboutins cost four G's
b*tch n*gga you the police
And I don't f*ck with the police
Ridin' round in the Forgies, with four 4G's

[Verse 1: TeeCee4800]
Ayy it's T.C. the Loc, got money got weed
Got promethazine and a lot of Robin Jeans
I stay fly my n*gga, I do this sh*t on the daily
You stay broke my n*gga, you do that sh*t on the daily
I woke up thought being broke was borin'
So I robbed a couple houses in Torrance
Cashed out, on a foreign
Pull up to any b*tch I'm scorin'
Uh you know I stay with them fly kicks
You know I stay with a fly b*tch
And you can try to bag her
But every time you do she be like

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
b*tch n*gga you corny
Ridin' round in the Forgies
You ain't even got four G's
You ain't even know four G's
My Louboutins cost four G's
b*tch n*gga you the police
And I don't f*ck with the police
Ridin' round in the Forgies, with four 4G's

[Verse 2: E-40]
Zappboard beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Water in the duals make loud glass pack
Sogliano tippy toes twenty-fours chrome
Bought a set of pirelli's and left the stickers on
Skippin' down ave with the beat on blam
Soundin' like a motherf*ckin' summer jam
Fat bank roll, my pockets pregnant
Both of them twins, they need a c-section
My Feddi lengthy like 40 career, hustlin'
Granddaddy purp in the air, hoverin'
Zonin' like a motherf*cker, high as a quail
Bluntpower spray to get rid of the smell

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
b*tch n*gga you corny
Ridin' round in the Forgies
You ain't even got four G's
You ain't even know four G's
My Louboutins cost four G's
b*tch n*gga you the police
And I don't f*ck with the police
Ridin' round in the Forgies, with four 4G's

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Four G's, two bottles at Greystone
Smokin', getting my drink on
Threw four G's on your baby momma
Secret Sunday's now she at the My Cabana
Four G's for the bill at Katana
Thousand tip for the waitress I'm a baller
Shot caller, 64 Impala
Don dadda, me and Ace Obama
Faded at the Grammy's with the G-pen
Dolla sign kush, I'm reekin'
Yeah I smell like Kesha
You n*ggas corny, like tortillas

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
b*tch n*gga you corny
Ridin' round in the Forgies
You ain't even got four G's
You ain't even know four G's
My Louboutins cost four G's
b*tch n*gga you the police
And I don't f*ck with the police
Ridin' round in the Forgies, with four 4G's

[Verse 4: Charley Hood]
I'm on my bullsh*t spittin' like two clip
Got your b*tch on my pool table doin' splits
How them n*ggas actin'? Spoiled like they trappin'
I'm from 10-4 street none of that happenin'
Me and my n*ggas, burnt out
All fly sh*t, all ru'd out
Talkin' reckless? n*gga outside your mouth
Gone ahead and get you pistol whipped like bloom blaow
No tough talk you ain't got no rap sheet
Y'all n*ggas ain't really had no beef
Y'all n*ggas ain't really clap no heat
Stop cuffin' your b*tch, n*gga come approach me!

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
b*tch n*gga you corny
Ridin' round in the Forgies
You ain't even got four G's
You ain't even know four G's
My Louboutins cost four G's
b*tch n*gga you the police
And I don't f*ck with the police
Ridin' round in the Forgies, with four 4G's

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