G.O. Songtext
von Sango & Jay Anthony

Game time, kick it off
He ain′t with the boy, I had to pick it off
All this drip on me, bitch, lick it off
Thought I seen the exit, how I'm getting off?

Thought I seen the exit, how I′m getting off?
Thought I seen the exit, how I'm getting off?
All this drip on me, bitch, lick it off
He ain't with the boy, I had to pick it off
Thought I seen the exit, how I′m getting off?
Thought I seen the exit, how I′m getting off?
Thought I seen the

How we turn to scratch like vicky-vicky


Nigga, mind your business, tricky-tricky
A bunch of real niggas grooving with me
It's somewhere, nigga, I don′t give a fuck who believe me
Nigga, I'm the real threat, I ain′t seen one yet
Me and my niggas off the wall like a silhouette
Kicking shit like flick tricks and I stomp my foot
Baby let that drip hit, must've got her wet

Better watch who you stand with and your bandwidth
My wingspan six-seven, fifty-seven, flew from heaven
Baby got that ooh, respect from heaven with it
That ass shake and roll like lucky seven with it

Game time, kick it off
He ain′t with the boy, I had to pick it off
All this drip on me, bitch, lick it off
Thought I seen the exit, how I'm getting off?
Thought I seen the exit, how I'm getting off?
Thought I seen the exit, how I′m getting off?
All this drip on me, bitch, lick it off
He ain′t with the boy, I had to pick it off