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Ty Dolla Sign (Ty Dolla $ign) - 4G'z lyrics

[Hook: TC4800]
b**h n***a you corny
Ridin' round in the 4g'z
You ain't even got four G's
You ain't even know four G's
My Louboutin's cost four G's
b**h n***a you the police
And I don't f** with the police
Ridin' round in the 4g's with four 4g'z

[Verse 1: TC4800]
Aye it's T.C. the lok, got money got weed
Got pro-methazine and a lot of Robin Jeans
I stay fly my n***a, I do this sh** on the daily
You stay broke my n***a, you do that sh** on the daily
I woke up thought being broke was boring
So I robbed a couple houses in Torrance
Cashed out, on a foreign
Pull up to any b**h I'm scoring
Uh you know I stay with them fly kicks
You know I stay with a fly b**h
And you can try to bag her
But every time you do she be like

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

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[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Four G's two bottles at Greystone
Smoking, 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 reeking
Yeah I smell like Kesha
You n***as corny, like tortillas

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[Verse 4: Charley Hood]
I'm on my bullsh** spitting like two clip
Got your b**h on my pool table doing splits
How them n***as acting? Spoiled like they trapping
I'm from 10-4 street none of that happening
Me and my n***as, burnt out
All fly sh**, all ru'd out
Talking reckless? n***a outside your mouth
Gone ahead and get you pistol whipped like bloom bloow
No tough talk you ain't got no rap sheet
Y'all n***as ain't really had no beef
Y'all n***as ain't really clap no heat
Stop cuffing yo b**h n***a come approach me!

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