G-LO spittin fire, this tracks called "i run this"
Hook:
I run this city I run this town
Ima keep on runnin till I run your town
I run this I run this
(X2)
Verse 1:
I blow haze in the air the AKs in the air
Im amazin your head cuz I blazed everywhere
I blow a K right there make you piss your underwear
I can meet you anywhere if you wanna take it there
put my fist in your face if you in the wrong place
now taste a little bit of disgrace yeah you an honorable discharge
someone mischartered you towards to God
cuz im headin even farther and thats why no bitch can ever touch me
classified as a classic so ima OG im killin all this shit like im on elm street
feelin like a thriller like Michael was in me
and how ironic I had a gin and tonic enjoyed it wit some chronic
I call it tonic chronic I love it when im on it
she love it and she want it you jealous cuz I got it
I spit venom so you vomit
Hook:
I run this city I run this town
Ima keep on runnin till I run your town
I run this I run this
(X2)
Verse 2:
Im diagnosin a surgery intensive bleed
intensive care the bullets comin out my hair
aimed in every direction like the gun was my blessin
but rap is what im dressed in thats how ima address it
and yes in ya chest no more less where ya vest come and test
put u to rest like the rest God bless
g-los comin full speed to ya knees
and thinking you could get on gs level bitch please
a s-500 pocket change to gs a couple motherfuckin kings
you cant step wit the DeezNuts
yeah I rock chucks kick you in yo ass and have em land in yo gut
now thats my type of uppercut
so what I make you throw up on my cold flow and u would never know
because even if I had to ride or die n committin a homocide
you would just be chillin in a bodybag on the side
Hook:
I run this city I run this town
Ima keep on runnin till I run your town
I run this I run this
(X2)
Verse 3:
Fuck a 9-5 I do a west coast ride or die
a homocide with 9s and 5 guys in lines
that blast like chimes bullets that rhyme with dimes
runnin canines sick minds from blind eyes
while you bitches eatin pussy pies we blast guys
no pop flies just black ties and masked disguise
fast and risin matched horizon that surprisin
and ima cook it up no analyzing
g-lo was ridin again with the bottles of gin
and we followed to win so come swallow second
and you know they say the second is the first place loser
and I would never be that so thats why Im bout to lose her
the lyrical bullet thats straight to your dome and they oozin
so whos losin im cruising your new virgins
pop and emerge split like a splurge turn and bite the curb
pick your last words before the back of your head meets the front curb
Hook:
I run this city I run this town
Ima keep on runnin till I run your town
I run this I run this
(X2)
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G-LO "OTHER SIDE"by TheRealGLo446 views
hell yeah dis is hot azz man
ChaldeanSouljaz 2 years ago