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• GD & T.O.P
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Tonight we’re getting freaky freaky yea
Baby give me some
give me give me some yea
You and me, we’re getting electric yea
Can U give me some
give me give me some yea
Tonight we’re getting freaky freaky yea
Baby give me some
give me give me some yea
You and me, we’re getting electric yea
Can U give me some
give me give me some yea

This song is sick, my rap is sick, my style is sick,
I’m kinda sick
I shake my legs, I make money, I walk in the sky,
ay do you wanna

It’s a mistake to call me GD, call me G.O.D
If you want, I’ll flip it over and become a D.O.G
Stop memorizing useless formulas but just remember this
I’m ILL plus 1 (ill), Jiyongee1
My age is 2 and 7 combined, natural
I never lose, the dealers get cerebral hemorrhages
Wanna be successful? Yes I’m the manual
Wanna experience me? Then keep it sexual
I left early from the School of hard knocks, it’s so sick
I’ll shit on all the boring raps without consideration
Don’t need to suck up my name value or my label value
Cuz I get applause even when I take a shit
(guess I’m famous)
This is the orientation
to welcome your unbelievable fandom
You’re only all talk, saying I have too much money?
My bank account is like a pool table, so many balls2

This song is sick, my rap is sick, my style is sick,
I’m kinda sick
I shake my legs, I make money, I walk in the sky,
ay do you wanna

This song is sick, my rap is sick, my style is sick,
I’m kinda sick
I shake my legs, I make money, I walk in the sky,
ay do you wanna

T.O.P, people call me a ghost
Da Vinci has come back to life, yea my brain
Your music puts me to sleep, decaffeine
You respect me? Quick, get on the Shinkansen
Francis Bacon in ma kitchen
I’m like Calder dancing on top of your head
All you critics who are way too serious, what do you know?
I used to be fat when I was young
so I know the taste of money3

When in Rome, do as the Romans do
All you little kids, go back to your mama’s arms
When you see this ground, you’ll realize your reality
Little boy, hurry and go to mama
Light radiates, it spills over
It overflows from me, I’m the one source of inspiration
Anyone can see that I’m so sick
Sick with alcohol? They tell me, he’s art, so sick4

This song is sick, my rap is sick, my style is sick,
I’m kinda sick
I shake my legs, I make money, I walk in the sky,
ay do you wanna
This song is sick, my rap is sick, my style is sick,
I’m kinda sick
I shake my legs, I make money, I walk in the sky,
ay do you wanna

This is like Tazza
G-Dra-Goni and Dagil’s5 collaboration, put on a big smile
We’re both tazzas6
G-Dra-Goni and Dagil’s collaboration
Put in a bullet and bang bang bang

Tonight we’re getting freaky freaky yea
Baby give me some
give me give me some yea
You and me, we’re getting electric yea
Can U give me some
give me give me some yea

Tonight we’re getting freaky freaky yea
Baby give me some
give me give me some yea
You and me, we’re getting electric yea
Can U give me some
give me give me some yea

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