Murs feat. Prof – G Lollipops (Music Video)

Lyrics for “G Lollipops” performed by Murs feat. Prof

Gangsta ass lollipops
Your b*tch got a sweet tooth

I make art, y’all n*ggas make hits
I make music from the heart and what you make is sh*t
Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out
Poppin’ bottles in the club, I’m just chillin’ at the house
Playin’ war games with 4 dames in your name
Don’t get high, stay fly and inside your lane

Tame as a derriere but it gets scarier
When you try to test the best in your area
Aerial attacks and burials and wax
Like an Annabelle tale, but scarier in fact
Where the rappers at, where the rappers at

They told me real rap is dead, I had to laugh at that
How is it dead if Wu-Tang’s Forever
Better than the worst but Murs is still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deployed the troops
The devil is a liar but these boys the truth
What’s up..

Gangsta ass lollipops
Your b*tch got a sweet tooth

I’m in the 4-door Ford escort
With 4 escorts with high test scores
Indoor dro grown next door
In class with them hickey neck sores

That’s too much sauce, that’s too much sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, Baby, that’s too much sauce
As far as I’m concerned, I don’t f*ck with the list price
Rappers these days ain’t been in a fist fight

You never know homie, I could be a fraud
This atheist chick I’m f*ckin’, she treat me like a god
I’m poppin’ pills in the VIP all day
I’m an industry plant, I’m just playin’ the long game

B*tch never wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I’m gonna break your wife’s hymen tonight
Shout a couple dudes for a career in rap
Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh how real was that

Gangsta ass lollipops
Your b*tch got a sweet tooth…

➤ Produced by Seven
Album: A Strange Journey Into the Unimaginable
Murs & Prof 2018

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