CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : G.D.Y., Pt. 1
Yo, yo, yo, uh-huh, yo
He could've went to Howard [?]
Stayed back for the [?], school was starting
He was sure that a book couldn't help
Only money on the floor
Serving dog food and whores
pu**y was his only flaw
Night on the strip
He was [?] by the store with a redbone
She showed her ass, he wanted more
Fresh out of puberty, she had him in her claws
She said "Wait a second, my name [?]"
He said "Hola, they call me Bridge Paul"
I run the point from here to high bridge
Numero uno, I get money
Member of the fly kids, gadget like Spy Kids
Had a little mickey in her ride, slick with the wordplay
He was turnt on a Thursday
She said "Let's head to Yonkers, there's a [?] we can smoke at"
He closed up his hustle, she brought up the road map
Blunts in rotation, new Gucci tape in
Next exit, Paul started braking
Following her fragrance, shorty on the way in
Stopped at a Days Inn, room keys waiting
Losing all patience, gassed for the pu**y
He wasn't even thinking, blunts in his system
Now he started drinking
Walked to the car for the [?]
Heard some footsteps, "Don't move" from behind yo
"Pace slowly, homie move fast, get blasted
We want the keys, smoke, and the cash kid"
Paul said he ain't had nothing, gunman ain't buy it
Then you heard [?] say "Nah, the kid is lying
He's been clocking all week, I peeped his stash under the seat"
They reached open the door
Paul rain in the street, dodging cars and bullet shots ricocheting off trees
He's running for his life wheezing, barely can breathe
More shots left off, he got hit in the knee
Now he limping through the dark spilling blood on the 'crete
Body getting weaker, [?] getting closer
He slipped and fell, they found him slumped, man this sh*t is over
He could've went to Howard [?]
Stayed back for the [?], school was starting
He was sure that a book couldn't help
Only money on the floor
Serving dog food and whores
pu**y was his only flaw
Night on the strip
He was [?] by the store with a redbone
She showed her ass, he wanted more
Fresh out of puberty, she had him in her claws
She said "Wait a second, my name [?]"
He said "Hola, they call me Bridge Paul"
I run the point from here to high bridge
Numero uno, I get money
Member of the fly kids, gadget like Spy Kids
Had a little mickey in her ride, slick with the wordplay
He was turnt on a Thursday
She said "Let's head to Yonkers, there's a [?] we can smoke at"
He closed up his hustle, she brought up the road map
Blunts in rotation, new Gucci tape in
Next exit, Paul started braking
Following her fragrance, shorty on the way in
Stopped at a Days Inn, room keys waiting
Losing all patience, gassed for the pu**y
He wasn't even thinking, blunts in his system
Now he started drinking
Walked to the car for the [?]
Heard some footsteps, "Don't move" from behind yo
"Pace slowly, homie move fast, get blasted
We want the keys, smoke, and the cash kid"
Paul said he ain't had nothing, gunman ain't buy it
Then you heard [?] say "Nah, the kid is lying
He's been clocking all week, I peeped his stash under the seat"
They reached open the door
Paul rain in the street, dodging cars and bullet shots ricocheting off trees
He's running for his life wheezing, barely can breathe
More shots left off, he got hit in the knee
Now he limping through the dark spilling blood on the 'crete
Body getting weaker, [?] getting closer
He slipped and fell, they found him slumped, man this sh*t is over
