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Uhh-Ohh
Master of Ceremonies in the building Aiyyo Poobz, roll a whole zip up Yo Louch get like four bottles of Courvoisier Tell the soldiers bring like a hundred guns D-Block, forever, bitch
Say you gettin' money but you not like me I heard your lil' raps but you're not S.P. Close your fuckin' mouth when you next to a G The Glock 500 but these bullets come free
The money make the world go 'round, plus vertical From no car to a luxury convertible Niggaz that had love, now wanna murder you I be spazzin', blitzin' like All-Madden
Me and this pretty honey sharin' the orgasm I'm on the 'gnac and shorty on the merlot Fur coat, to the homey on the furlough Drivin' to Myrtle Beach, slower than a turtle
65 there then, 65 back You can get a million dollars off of 65 stacks We neither here, we neither there I got the car smell like smoke then niggaz'll freeze the air
Spray the ozium, still break bread With niggaz that move opium and still racketeer Huntin' for money so run like a pack of deer If you ain't hand me clear that's why I'm clappin' at cha ear
Three guns on the set, which one you wanna hear? Got that paper on deck, throw that money in the air When I pull up in the front, all these niggaz do is stare I'm a dream to these women but these niggaz nightmare (Uhh-ohh)
You say you gettin' money but you not like me I heard your lil' raps but you not S.P. So close your fuckin' mouth when you next to a G Glock 500 but these bullets come free (Uhh-ohh)
The hardest out just got cockier Tell these rap niggaz 'round they lil' posse up The cars got bigger and the jewels got rockier But the Ghost move just like the mafia
You wanna know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Knockin' I ain't home then go to my other house My moms ain't home then go to her other house Real 'til I go to my father and lil' brother's house 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
That's up in heaven nigga God forgive me for robberies, never was a beggin' nigga Put thirty holes in you fuckin' with a 7 nigga You work for anybody that rap, whatever nigga
And I mean it, with no clique or no crew Bring the steam to you like the cleaners And I press you and let you air dry And it's a wrap my nigga, that's your air time
Three guns on the set, which one you wanna hear? Got that paper on deck, throw that money in the air When I pull up in the front, all these niggaz do is stare I'm a dream to these women but these niggaz nightmare (Uhh-ohh)
You say you gettin' money but you not like me I heard your lil' raps but you not S.P. So close your fuckin' mouth when you next to a G Glock 500 but these bullets come free (Uhh-ohh)
I live to see my young son turn into my older son Smokin' weed, countin' money with a loaded gun Never thought the platinum era's better than the golden one These niggaz gon' see when the soliders come
Titanium raps, lyrically lap niggaz To tell the truth, none of us is on the same track You just came to the park, I'm runnin' cross country Like the Africans, the ones that don't be stoppin' when it's dark
I'm just tryin' to break the strip, you just tryin' to clear the park You the arms, I'm the brain and the soul and the heart These them over your head bars Live nigga killin' you dead broads
Three guns on the set, which one you wanna hear? Got that paper on deck, throw that money in the air When I pull up in the front, all these niggaz do is stare I'm a dream to these women but these niggaz nightmare (Uhh-ohh)
You say you gettin' money but you not like me I heard your lil' raps but you not S.P. So close your fuckin' mouth when you next to a G Glock 500 but these bullets come free (Uhh-ohh)
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