Cory Edwards The Real G Lyrics

Here comes the G, here comes The Real G
Here comes the G, here comes The Real G
Buckle up for the granny with the bling
She don't need bling bling, she got a set of wings
From all the fame and the pain that she brings
Neck in neck, you know she gets respect
She's like a special effect, with every record she wrecks
You think you see Aunt Bea, but you get Mr.T
Underneath the beehive, is a new Bruce Lee
I count to three before you see a ball of 4 foot 3
With the money for nothing and the tricks for free
Seventy-five and alive, and a hardcore bitty
Still makin' halfpipe hand plants look pretty
And the woody with the goodies for the Jacks and Jills
More power to the Granny with the SKILL

Here comes the G, here comes The Real G
Stitchin' up another sucker like a quilted B
Here comes the G, here comes The Real G
She gonna open up a can and now you're just debris

Buckle up
Buckle up, buckle up

Strapped in a helmet not a bonnet
The only bridge that she playin' got a bungee cord on it
Takin' home the trophie, if you doubt
Skateshops give props with a senior discount
Cookies 'n' cakes are done, and then she gotta run
Breakin' in a board, then she's second to none
Chokin' your throat, from the smoke of her petty coat
The granny is good to go

She is the G, she is The Real G
Stitchin' up another sucker like a quilted B
Here comes the G, here comes The Real G
She gonna open up a can and now you're just debris
Betty Crockin' fresh poppin' all across the land
Buckle up for the granny with the plan.

Buckle up
Buckle up, buckle up

The hanky in her purse, the hanky in her purse
The hanky in the purse, is for waving to the worst
That she leaves behind, at the finish line
When I see her all I wish is that granny was mine

It's a G, here comes The Real G
Stitchin' up another sucker like a quilted B
Here comes the G, here comes The Real G
She gonna open up a can and now you're just debris
Macramein', crochetin' all across the land,
Buckle up for the granny with the plan
Here comes the G, here comes a Real G
Stitchin' up another sucker like a quilted B...
Here come the G, here come The Real G
She gonna open up a can and now you're just debris
Needlepointin' double jointin' all across the land
BUCKLE UP FOR THE GRANNY WITH THE PLAN

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