GW BaG lyrics

by

Method Man


[Hook]
It's very few things that I love in my life
My money, my music and f*ckin' the whole night
Good weed, b*tches and guns
Good weed, b*tches and guns

It’s very few things that I love in my life
My daughter Raquelle [?] that’s the love of my life
Good weed, b*tches and guns
Good weed, b*tches and guns


[Verse 1]
Top of the mornin’
Ain’t nothin’ better than wakin’ up to top in the mornin’
Nothin’ worse than a n*gga pushin’ off ya top in the mornin’
Besides poppin’ upon awake and poppin’ off the top in the mornin’ [?]
I will mop at the floor with your rockin’ the four
Drivin’ across country, takin’ money that’s probably yours
Tryin’ to floss? Pfff! That ain’t a chain that’s a necklace
Drop ‘em squares in the road like Tetris, n*gga
Rock tryin’ got to this dough – exit
I done robbed plenty n*ggas for dough – breadsticks
Click shells n*gga, eggs b*tch, serve you n*ggas breakfast
sh*t ain’t all deep or [recplectic?], it’s death b*tch, listen
Shots pouring, no a n*gga ain’t sippin’ ‘em cool
With a four-five Colt, call me Chilly D Williams
n*gga don’t take it there, I’m takin’ care of mine
Take this L and smoke it, or you gon’ take a L, here’s a light

[Hook]
It's very few things that I love in my life
My money, my music and f*ckin' the whole night
Good weed, b*tches and guns
Good weed, b*tches and guns

It’s very few things that I love in my life
My daughter Raquelle [?] that’s the love of my life
Good weed, b*tches and guns
Good weed, b*tches and guns


[Verse 2]
Listen, I’m livin’ sack [?] my street slash trigger tradition
We different from even n*ggas we kin with, I need distance
Got no time nor the attention span to listen to ya b*tch sh*t
Get ya grip n*gga, or get a grip n*gga
Get you a b*tch and get a crib n*gga
I make you a movie, get a grip n*gga
Light the sh*t up, I stick to the script with it
It’s back to business, dip snitches and spit sickness
First of my kind to ever rap like this
If you could rap like this, ya don’t t act like this
Jesus pose for a hug somehow shorty grab my di*k
Ain’t no accident if she acts [?] that’s just it
Hold up, pass my spliff!
That’s Rock L, like that’s my kid, see what I did there?
Greatest of all time, go ask my kid
And my n*gga P ain't here to see it, I'm still mad like shiet

[Hook]
It's very few things that I love in my life
My money, my music and f*ckin' the whole night
Good weed, b*tches and guns
Good weed, b*tches and guns

It’s very few things that I love in my life
My daughter Raquelle [?] that’s the love of my life
Good weed, b*tches and guns
Good weed, b*tches and guns

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