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from Drake 2집 - Take Care (2011)
12월 3일자 빌보..
sgm8520 We Found Love (Feat. Calvin Harris) Rihanna Sexy And I Know It LMFAO Someone Like You Adele 곡 73 | 담기 15 | 추천 9 |
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from Birdman - Y.U. MAD [single] (2011)
클럽(club)&힙합..
DJ.hsh The Way It Was Wolfgang G.. It Girl Jason Deru.. Daylight (Club mix) (Feat. Melissa Loretta) Yuri Kane 곡 61 | 담기 47 | 추천 8 |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can... [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus] |
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from Jay Sean - Like This Like That [single] (2011)
Hey lover, you're fine
I've been looking for you all this time You're so designed Like me girl you're just my type This club don't close Tell me baby where you think we're gonna go My home for sho And I know you heard this before But I like this I'm about to put you on Started on the bed ended up on the floor I know they talk a lot but I'm a back it up and more I show you what I mean baby all night long Girl you know You ain't never heard this like that That like this I'm a show you how that goes So baby let me break it down Make it clear Just so you know girl All over your body We'll do it some more So baby when I do this like that That like this you already know Your lips your thighs I ain't even looking in your eyes I want you I can't lie I ain't even trying to waste no time girl This club don't close I'll tell you now exactly where we gonna go My home for sho And I know you heard this before But I like this I'm about to put you on Started on the bed ended up on the floor I know they talk a lot but I'm a back it up and more I show you what I mean baby all night long Girl you know You ain't never heard this like that That like this I'm a show you how that goes So baby let me break it down Make it clear Just so you know girl All over your body We'll do it some more So baby when I do this like that That like this you already know (uhh) All over your body (yeah) We'll do it some more (YM) So baby when I do like this that That like this You already know Blowing hundred, spending hundred Like it ain't nothing Get money, blow more like it ain't nothing Jet speed, jet motors like it ain't nothing Cash money, Young money Blowing burning hundreds She like the money with the power Flyer than ever the rose petal with the flower Walking on this money when we jump about the shower Hotter than ever, luxury life with these models Pearl white when we jazzy Bald eagles jump fly on the Harley Fly shifter the new whips class Big money, shit overseas cash You ain't never heard this like that That like this I'm a show you how that goes So baby let me break it down Make it clear Just so you know girl All over your body We'll do it some more So baby when I do this like that That like this you already know All over your body We'll do it some more So baby when I do like this that That like this You already know You ain't never heard this like that That like this I'm a show you how that goes So baby let me break it down Make it clear Just so you know girl All over your body We'll do it some more So baby when I do this like that That like this you already know This like that that like this This like that that like this You already know |
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from Birdman - Fire Flame [single] (2010)
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars [Lil Wayne] Fresh out from my bid bitch it’s Lil Tuneche I Lucille Ball, bitch I love Lucy if these n-ggas dogs, I’m animal cruelty dont f-ck with me at all, cause I’m twisted like an Rubiks cube oh my, look how the time has flown and they say time is of the essence but what if there clock is wrong but all my problems will be second and all my worries will be gone I’ll have money back for breakfast smell like “bitch I’m rich cologne” ha, I’m so relaxed my Gucci flats aint got a scratch if you got a problem with I, well I will fix them, cataracts they say it cost to be the boss I paid the price including tax bitch I’m a fire flame spitter and to me you n-ggas wax [Chorus] (What ya talking bout) [Birdman] In this World with my Tommy gun banana clip the red rum 100 millions dollars, put my life down for my son spend a little cash, bust a n-gga ass 5 star n-gga, 2 mill on the dash yeah, militant minded upown soldier, you have been blinded grinding all the time, bitch stuntin, and we shining diving in deep sh-t, the money keep climbing blah, the bottles keep poppin’ Dom P, Rose, Perrier poppin’ them bitches see we rocking, the whips we be rocking iced up, tatted up, fire flame blaaap [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Uh, I got p-ssy coming to me shotgun in my draws make your woman bite the bullet sittin’ in my hog, tell my chauffer “to the penthouse” pockets so deep its like my money gotta swim out Marley say f-ck em, Scoob say f-ck em bitch I’m still the best overall, like a jumper Weezy F, F, fire flame spitter hundred million dollars, pocket change n-gga [Birdman] See these first class flights we strapped up in the trenches n-gga want some business b-tch we getting it in this business some ten figure n-ggas blood rich gang n-gga fire flame spitters, point blank n-gga money and the power, swag out the shower spending n-gga, then them p-ssy’s running like some cowards bigger than life n-gga, c4 bitch a hundred million dolllars, my son born rich blaaapp! [Chorus 2x] Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars TG&HJ |
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from Kevin Rudolf - To The Sky (2010)
[Birdman]
Yeah Cash Money Heroes Private Jets Polish, fly [Chorus - Kevin Rudolf] I look up to the sky And now the World is mine Ive known it all my life I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I'm living now I know that theres no doubt. I made it, I made it! [Kevin Rudolf - Verse 1] Known from the city where no one believed in me But I never give up the fight. Ya, but now on top. I told you to let it rock The moneys fallin from the sky-y-y-y-y I made it. [Chorus - Kevin Rudolf] I look up to the sky And now the World is mine Ive known it all my life I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I'm living now I know that theres no doubt. I made it, I made it! [Birdman] Yeah YM CMB baby Birdman Swagged out 100 Rooftop, hella choppa burning smoke Louie bag stay strapped wit a priceless globe High life, flippin and get some more. Paradise, the luxury marble floor When I hit, hit me full of that cash More money than I seen in a garbage can Stunna island, money and the power Thats how we do it, make it rain make it shower Top floor, big timer doing big things Over city views bought shawty new range Flip another 100, poppin throwing hundreds In a new Bently, uptown stunna1 [Chorus] I look up to the sky(TO THE SKY) And now the world is mine(THE WORLD IS MINE) Ive known it all my life(all my lifeeeeee) I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life im living now(ooooo) I know that theres no doubt. I made it! [Jay Sean] Ooo I made it I made it... I made It... I made it... Yo ay Ay ay listen See I dont live for glamour,and I dont care for fame Im in this for the love of the game Funny how things can change They didnt believe in me Then they calling my name Now look who cashed in They didnt wanna know me back then But ever since I don gon platinum Everything turned around And now the sky is falling downnnnnn [Chorus - Kevin Rudolf] I look up to the sky And now the World is mine Ive known it all my life I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I'm living now I know that there's no doubt. I made it, I made it! [Lil Wayne] Came from the gutter, lookin like my motha Made it to the goal line, straight out the huddle Cash money goldmine, weezy stay loyal Boy we getting money like we just found oil Uh and thats word to my red flag I live first and leave the bullsh-t dead last I lay it down so hard I got a bedrash And I just tell em to loaf it when the bread pass Staring at you from the top of the game man I might drop the World if I change hands Uh it feel good to be here, Weezy in the building got this b-tch rebuilt Young Money [Chorus - Kevin Rudolf] I look up to the sky And now the World is mine Ive known it all my life I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I'm living now I know that theres no doubt. I made it, I made it! [Jay Sean] I look to the skyyy!! I made it! Ooo! Made it, I made it Yes I did (x5) I made it |
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from Young Money - We Are Young Money (2010)
Yeah
Cut it up gimme a light Yeah and by the way nigga Its Young Mula first lady Uhhh yo yo Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen Ballenciago's is all these things I be steppin' in Gucci bathing suits only thing I'm dressin' in Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran Got them writing love letters in they journal Keep em on these toes like a midget at the urinal B b b bad as I wanna be She ain't bad she a sad and a wannabe Yeah fuck the bullshit It's big money poppin' Young Mula Yeah Just like that What up young nigga Lets go Gudda Okay we runnin' this shit when we walk in the building Got bitches from wall to wall hoes hangin' from the ceiling Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em I promise I'll make a million And if they didn't have no hands I'll bet them bitches go feel 'em I'm talkin' money and power you gettin' money I doubt it Fresher than baby power with your bitch in the shower That pussy imma devour I beat it up till it's sour No need for you to even trip bitch I'll be done in a hour Let's go Junior They say the blacker the berry the redder the cherry I say sweeter it is ya dig berry Then the bullshit varies and it got me weary But I know two of the same call it murdered and married Hustling is so necessary with no avisaries But aint no love like a calendar with no February's Imma need four secretary and four Bloody Mary's Imma go eat me some pussy and choke up the cherry I'm gone Yeah Fully loaded with it to the ceiling with it More money than you ever seen nigga Aiight Drizzy Drake Look Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven How'd you sleep on me the highest earning freshmen Like ya 3rd infection I hope ya learned ya lesson Yeah I spit raw but I prefer protection I own her heart and her mind and the shirt she slept in Bitch I got the answer and still ain't heard the question I shut ya club down please reserve my section Fuck a confrontation they aint no cakin' it And I'm cakin' bitch so tell me why I take a break from it The mother of your child always tell you I'm her favorite She call me her baby not the one she was in labor with She say 'oh you taste good' I say 'oh just savor it' She know that she love a nigga I be on that major shit Cause I get paid to stand and I get paid to sit So I don't walk around with money baby girl I'm made of it |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
Yeah, so priceless, life so priceless
Nigga, you understand me? It's just like that My car so priceless, my bitch so priceless My familia is so priceless, nigga, you understand me? Either you with us, or you ain't with us Either you in the huddle or you out the huddle Either you ridin' or we pass you, flyin' by sayin' fuck you It's Young Money, Cash Money, playboy That's about the size of it At the roof top, so hot up here, nigga Yeah, let's go Take yourself a picture when I'm standin' at the mound And I swear it's goin' down, I'm just reppin' for my town Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fuckin' parties grabbin' money off the ground Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical, spades of the opus, baby What you got a feelin' for? I can show you new things Have you feelin' spiritual Pastor Kerney Thomas to these ho's, "Miwacles" Yeah, okay, they say that I'm the one in fact Some say I'm they favorite but I ain't hearin' none of that I'm about my team, ho, Young Money runnin' back Cash Money superstar, where the fuck is Stunna at? Damn Untouchable, 40 with my A.K. Mastermind Big Money heavy weight On the grind flippin' money in every way Headline, my biz shine everyday Pearl white throwin' P. Marc Jacobs gloves Cartier, Louis case with a dope plug From the mud where they wet you leave in your blood Goin' in flippin' hundreds, get the young blood Show 'em where it go, floatin' on the floor Gettin' more dough, ground hard, go Black diamond show, watch the flame blow And how you stay grounded, cash no go And how you stay mounded, cash no flow And how you stay shinin', Bentley off the floor And how you stay high, Purple Pine Dro Diamond Minx Fur, February Snow Take yourself a picture when I'm standin' at the mound And I swear it's goin' down, I'm just reppin' for my town Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fuckin' parties grabbin' money off the ground Uh, you know you paid when you got Baby with ya It's Young Money like Ben Franks baby pictures I'm the lady twister, I kiss her whiskers I been runnin' this shit, blisters Stickin' to the script, movie star money And if you gassed up I leave the car runnin' I'm a big smoker, I'm a little drinker The peace sign is just the trigger in the middle finger What you know bout it? Man, y'all clueless I let two women ride me, that's car poolers I rock stupid ice, Mr. Water Coolers If y'all in the buildin' then we are intruders Simmer down pimpin', let me handle this I know the game, analyst Man, I'm the shit and y'all janitors Blow out the kush and crack a smile for the cameras Take yourself a picture when I'm standin' at the mound And I swear it's goin' down, I'm just reppin' for my town Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fuckin' parties grabbin' money off the ground |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
Now this is what they've been waiting for
Ya dig, Santana Weezy F. Ay Wayne What up man What you been workin' on nigga? Oh you know, I got Currency's new album And prolly workin' on my album, ya dig Oh I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too nigga That's what it is But dig this, they wanna know what we been workin' on together That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit" they know that So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide Guess what, we already did I'm feelin' like a black Republican Naw, I can't call it More like a black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen, on ya I protect my land like a farmer Pockets stay chubby like Tikara Or should I say fat like the Parkers Tote big guns like I'm still playin' Contra Y'all washed up like money that's laundered Y'all funny, I'm bonkers Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness Rock star, flier than an ostrich And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass I shall shine forever, never tarnish Money buried behind my house like a garden All green, my bank account's like a forest I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started And Weezy is my accomplice, ya dig A black activist like Sonny Carson Stripes of a sergeant, salute me And chicks, I get 'em high Higher than turbulence is White Phantom, lookin' so Fergielicious I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims Its get rich, go to jail and be a murder victim Ai! Now all y'all listen If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen I feel like a black Republican Tote a MAC'n Republican Act so southern n' die for my brethren Money, money, money Like money Mac and publishing One life to live, never ask for a mulligan Streets call but the heat make me feel covenant Been done had cake day late like Anne Sullivan Fly like an eagle but no I'm no Donovan Boy you better go eat some soup with your mom n' them And my mind is on another continent I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit I don't parkin' lot pimp I just politick But I get all in her mouth like parlithins New always represent it to the inner Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep Pick a nigga's ass up like he got somewhere to be And we wanna let the world know This is not a diss song either people We don't diss them we dismiss 'em, ya dig Recognize or step aside, ya dig We let the music talk, Draught 3 And by the way, it's Santana, I'm back It's Weezy! You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards 'cause you can't face yourself Assholes DipSet for life Cash Money, whaddup Young Money |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
Yea, Burrrrr, Burrr,
CMB always, [Lil Wayne - Chorus] How come gettin money never gets boring, How come gettin money never gets boring, Baby i gotta stack, what you gonna do for it, Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus, And you bring it back back back back back back back, And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus, [Birdman - Verse] Back on my set, Tool in my hand, Big money was the plan, So i’m back where i started, Back where it come from, Back where we went wit it, Third wall soldier out the Phantom doing big business, Situations thick you got the homie toting two two’s, Comin back old skool, Did it like he want to, Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab, Big money of the ab, Hundred g’s in cash, Brand new whip, old skool Caddy, The dump truck, A stash spot, Then came up, Its more 1’s N-gga, Versace sheets, Serve is more money in the new fleet, [Chorus] [Birdman - Verse 2] Bought a new Phantom, Suede with the gators, Brand new Louis always ready to spray it, Like father like son, Money is a must, These hoe’s we don’t trust, Brand new trucks, Shined every summer, ran wit the numbers, Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming Back up on my saddle n-gga hustle for my shine, Just an ordinary n-gga on a million dollar grind, Big timer old skool, new skool n-gga, Is more money homie, More money more money more money homie, My b-tchs paid Cavalli Shades, Blowin haze, Everyday, [Chorus] [Birdman - Verse 3] Flip another hundred, Get another Hundred, Spend another Hundred, Burn another Hundred, Blow another Hundred, F-ck another Hundred, Get big money n-gga, Stuntin on a hundred, 50 Whips extra clips did it for the sunshine, Garbage bag full hard body wit a fireline, Flip another brick, Drink a little dip, Stunna Island n-gga shinin’ wit a bad b-tch, AR N-gga, riding skinny tires, Fully loaded high when you floatin’ in the sky, Rockin’ Gucci blades, ridin triple blades, Tax on the face, A N-gga’s been paid, [Chorus] [End] |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
Yea, Burrrrr, Burrr,
CMB always, [Lil Wayne - Chorus] How come gettin money never gets boring, How come gettin money never gets boring, Baby i gotta stack, what you gonna do for it, Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus, And you bring it back back back back back back back, And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus, [Birdman - Verse] Back on my set, Tool in my hand, Big money was the plan, So i’m back where i started, Back where it come from, Back where we went wit it, Third wall soldier out the Phantom doing big business, Situations thick you got the homie toting two two’s, Comin back old skool, Did it like he want to, Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab, Big money of the ab, Hundred g’s in cash, Brand new whip, old skool Caddy, The dump truck, A stash spot, Then came up, Its more 1’s N-gga, Versace sheets, Serve is more money in the new fleet, [Chorus] [Birdman - Verse 2] Bought a new Phantom, Suede with the gators, Brand new Louis always ready to spray it, Like father like son, Money is a must, These hoe’s we don’t trust, Brand new trucks, Shined every summer, ran wit the numbers, Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming Back up on my saddle n-gga hustle for my shine, Just an ordinary n-gga on a million dollar grind, Big timer old skool, new skool n-gga, Is more money homie, More money more money more money homie, My b-tchs paid Cavalli Shades, Blowin haze, Everyday, [Chorus] [Birdman - Verse 3] Flip another hundred, Get another Hundred, Spend another Hundred, Burn another Hundred, Blow another Hundred, F-ck another Hundred, Get big money n-gga, Stuntin on a hundred, 50 Whips extra clips did it for the sunshine, Garbage bag full hard body wit a fireline, Flip another brick, Drink a little dip, Stunna Island n-gga shinin’ wit a bad b-tch, AR N-gga, riding skinny tires, Fully loaded high when you floatin’ in the sky, Rockin’ Gucci blades, ridin triple blades, Tax on the face, A N-gga’s been paid, [Chorus] [End] |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
Yeah, just like priceless
Something you can't see, nigga Ya see times is hard as it is That's why I got girls and my girls got kids And all I wanna do is handle my biz And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did Every day I been prayin' to you I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you I get money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money Nigga, I don't trust a soul so I ride alone I keep my eyes in my rear-view ridin' home See, I'm ready for whatever, understand me Any situation, whatever the Lord hand me We pull guns, you niggas don't pull a damn thing The only thing you niggas pullin' is a hamstring Roll the dice, man, we kill time gambling W-wintertime, top down, nigga real arrogant Big Money, so we blowin' it apparently C-Cash Money, Young Money, yeah, it's all a family Birdman and Weezy, they payin' all salaries And I'ma ride with 'em till they bury me Ya see times is hard as it is That's why I got girls and my girls got kids And all I wanna do is handle my biz And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did Every day I been prayin' to you I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you I get money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money Livin' that life, livin' that life from under dem streetlights But it ain't bright enough to show me where I'm goin' But I still find my way and when I do I keep goin' And uh, a nigga wit strikes Try me and your family don't sleep right Didn't think I was tough enough to make it on my own But I can get through anything if I done made it through the storm And uh, now I'm killin' at night Killin' that night-life on the east side Leather on chrome Television with the phone and the top is so gone Ya see times is hard as it is That's why I got girls and my girls got kids And all I wanna do is handle my biz And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did Every day I been prayin' to you I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you I get money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money Yeah, flash the bright lights, nigga, smash on site Born rich, bitch-nigga, live with no wife Keep the pain of the price, prices with the dice Give a fuck about your life rollin' railish stripes High like a kite, G4 every night Overseas money, bitch, we do it so right Don't do it right so we don't it all Money hard, bitch nigga playin' like a ball Ball life, ya head life, ya gettin' getcha game right Ya paid the price, hit ya up and laid you right Twist ya life, nigga, we live in sunshine 5-star condo and stay fly Ya see times is hard as it is That's why I got girls and my girls got kids And all I wanna do is handle my biz And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did Every day I been prayin' to you I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you I get money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money |
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[Intro - Birdman]
Yeah Birdman, always, priceless Cash Money, Young Money New money, swagged out Uptown we in the building [Chorus - Kevin Rudolf] I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all I want it all [Verse 1 - Birdman] Ride fly, always on chrome Birds fly, count when we get home Big money in the garbage can New money every time we land Big houses, new cars Uptown, 3rd Ward On the wall with platinum plaques In the club throwing hundred stacks She fly, my kind, and I brought her, inside She saw the marble floors, popping bottles, blowing dro She like just how I live Private jets from Beverly Hills Hundred mills on the platinum floor Hundred mill' my son can glow [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I want the world You want the pussy I want the pearl I want the life I want tonight My fruits of labor, I want them ripe That's right, private flight Money gets stacked to the highest height Better get your math and science right But I want the drama, guided light I-I-I want the hype, but I don't believe it I want it all, but I know I don't need it Man, I just want what's cool And I, want, you [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Birdman] Diamond face, hundred on one streak Every day, do it like it's no sleep Around the way, tote because we got heat Hundred G's in the chopper, new fleet No money, never get no time Get money, stay on a nigga mind Priceless, strapped on a nigga street Uptown, YMCMB Got to, get it, fuck, crime, get, money, all the, time Got to, know, about me, Birdman, O.G. Harley Davis pull up to the sun shine Tattoos, bloodline on mine Billionaires, that's what it's about nigga Billionaires, we get loud nigga [Chorus] |
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I am on a 24 hour champagne diet
Spillin while i'm sippin it Encourage you to try it I'm probably just saying that cause i dont have to buy it The club owner supply it Boy i'm on that fly shit I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be Guess what i made it I'm the muthaf man I just want you to see come take a look Get a load of this ngga Quit frontin on me Don't come around try come gas me up I like runnin on E I I I Im on my Disney shit goofy flow On records i'm captain hook and my new car is roofio Damn Where my roof just go Im somebody that you should know Get to shakin somethin cus thats what Drumma produced it for Yes i make mistakes that i don't ever make excuses for Like leavin girls that love me and constantiy seducing hoes I'm losing my thoughts i say damn Where my roof just go Top slipped off like janet at the super bowl I got they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh money the blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh money the blow Richer than the richest We certified gettin it CM YM Cash Money business Higher than the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store And later get served We smoked out with no roof on it Them people passin So we smash on Ballin out we keep the cash on deck Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the V set Louie lens iced with the black diamonds Car of the year Ferrari the new Spider No lie I'm highter than i ever been Born rich born uptown born to win Fully loaded automatic 6 Benz Candy paint foreign lights with my b tch in Born hustlin too big ngga strive me up Cant stop me more money burn em up they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh When I get paid every 24 hours money and the power Come to VIP and get a Champagne Shower I don't have to worry because everything ours and I got a big bouquet of Mary Janes Flowers That kush I promise Thats My Dude But we don't smoke that Reggie Bush And I'm with two women make you take a second look We poppin like Champagne Bottles But We Never Shook and We Goin Be Alright If We Put Drake On Every Hook they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow |
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[Lil Wayne]
Here I go again Staring into the mirror To no reflection Like am I here Paranoid, who's there I know in my years I done seen my share Everything I bare Everything I care about Has all been washed up, way to the shore But we got more More in store [Birdman] This for you bird lady Yeah young 100 Back on the bitches Rollin in the Bentley Them suicide doors Cost me 650 Lamborghini yella Could do it no better Burnin in the sky Float like a feather Them stars worth the price And music brought the lights 5 star G Give my son 5 mics Fully loaded with the piece Hundred mill is the feast So we ate the same meal Till the hundreds had a crease So you know we bought some (fleach)? Rolls Royce and Hum V's Keep a bad bitch And put the diamonds on my teeth Presidential suite Rumors bout me Rumors bout my son, bitch Dying in the streets It can't be [Lil Wayne] And we hear everybody talkin We know they talkin about shit, about shit Cause I swear it was just the other day I told my nigga we goin get about this, about this And we goin keep our guns Cause we live a block from Danger, trouble, and every drug you can name Yeah it's true Struggle and pain Hustle and gain Thrust through the chain Now motherfucker, do you buy that Motherfucker, do you buy that [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless [Birdman] Ferrari You can find me on the southside Uptown with the Louie on the rightside We so high To the sky where the sun shine There's no price on the tag That we can't buy Flyer than a pearl Cuter than some jewels Hot with the shades Flame on you Country niggas paid New Bentley coup 20 on some blaze Marc Jacob shoes Frank Muller watch The square block bezzle Junior is the best Fly in any weather I mill cash bitch Out the louie brief Euros and currency But this is C.M.B. [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless [Lil Wayne] When you're staying In this room With all these doors And no where to go Ah ah ohhh All these doors But I chose The window [Birdman] The big block (phofer)? 50 before we mash out It's candy on the slab, nigga Before we burn out It's billionaire frames Cherry wood grain Two on the Benz Glass top switching lanes Hundred thousand acres 10 on the hill Over city view Get it how you live Down in the jungle Learn to keep it humble I be about your business Cook it like it's gumbo Mink on the spread Mill on the bed Marble on the floor Ice chandeliers A paranoid life Rich with no wife Higher than a kite Smash it butterfly [Lil Wayne] And we fly And I fly high Higher than your eyes can see But I'm coming down And I'm coming down So you bitches better get down with me Now motherfucker, do you buy that, yeahhh Now motherfucker, do you buy that [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless Ooooh Yeahhhh Ayyyy Yeah Yeah Hayyy But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless Now hurry up and buy |
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[Lil Wayne]
Here I go again Staring into the mirror To no reflection Like am I here Paranoid, who's there I know in my years I done seen my share Everything I bare Everything I care about Has all been washed up, way to the shore But we got more More in store [Birdman] This for you bird lady Yeah young 100 Back on the bitches Rollin in the Bentley Them suicide doors Cost me 650 Lamborghini yella Could do it no better Burnin in the sky Float like a feather Them stars worth the price And music brought the lights 5 star G Give my son 5 mics Fully loaded with the piece Hundred mill is the feast So we ate the same meal Till the hundreds had a crease So you know we bought some (fleach)? Rolls Royce and Hum V's Keep a bad bitch And put the diamonds on my teeth Presidential suite Rumors bout me Rumors bout my son, bitch Dying in the streets It can't be [Lil Wayne] And we hear everybody talkin We know they talkin about shit, about shit Cause I swear it was just the other day I told my nigga we goin get about this, about this And we goin keep our guns Cause we live a block from Danger, trouble, and every drug you can name Yeah it's true Struggle and pain Hustle and gain Thrust through the chain Now motherfucker, do you buy that Motherfucker, do you buy that [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless [Birdman] Ferrari You can find me on the southside Uptown with the Louie on the rightside We so high To the sky where the sun shine There's no price on the tag That we can't buy Flyer than a pearl Cuter than some jewels Hot with the shades Flame on you Country niggas paid New Bentley coup 20 on some blaze Marc Jacob shoes Frank Muller watch The square block bezzle Junior is the best Fly in any weather I mill cash bitch Out the louie brief Euros and currency But this is C.M.B. [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless [Lil Wayne] When you're staying In this room With all these doors And no where to go Ah ah ohhh All these doors But I chose The window [Birdman] The big block (phofer)? 50 before we mash out It's candy on the slab, nigga Before we burn out It's billionaire frames Cherry wood grain Two on the Benz Glass top switching lanes Hundred thousand acres 10 on the hill Over city view Get it how you live Down in the jungle Learn to keep it humble I be about your business Cook it like it's gumbo Mink on the spread Mill on the bed Marble on the floor Ice chandeliers A paranoid life Rich with no wife Higher than a kite Smash it butterfly [Lil Wayne] And we fly And I fly high Higher than your eyes can see But I'm coming down And I'm coming down So you bitches better get down with me Now motherfucker, do you buy that, yeahhh Now motherfucker, do you buy that [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless Ooooh Yeahhhh Ayyyy Yeah Yeah Hayyy But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless Now hurry up and buy |
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Yeah she got with alone
Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her Gucci bag poppin tags New crib brand new jag Birdman party shine Bad bitch all the time Stay fly ride fly I'm stuntin' stay high Straight G just like that Throw 100 bounce right back Red hot hard top Cash money hard knock Bently frame drop top 50 G's the bottles pop Iced out so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up life of a G count that 5 Starred Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her 250 on the dash yeah i'm livin fast yeah I'm gettin cash I need a bitch thats bad Shawty play your role We slammin phantom doors She be like drive slow We burnin purple smoke I said I'd never fold I promise not to stop Just like my rolls royce The way that girl drop I need a hot girl The way the girl hot Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her I wanna be all over your body like it my in tattoos baby I have to I ain't playin You drivin me crazy Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her |
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[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 1] (Yeah.. Born Rich.. yup) Gucci bag poppin tags New crib brand new jag Birdman born to shine Bad bitch all the time Stay fly, ride fly I'm stuntin', stay high Straight G, just like that Blow 100, bounce right back Red hot, hard top Cash money hard knock Bentley frame, drop top 50 G's, the bottles pop Iced out, so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 2] (Yeah...Yeah) 250 on the dash Yeah i'm livin fast Yeah I'm gettin cash I need a bitch thats bad Shawty play your role We slammin phantom doors She be like drive slow We burnin purple smoke I said I'd never fold I promise not to stop Just like my rolls Royce The way that girl drop I need a hot girl The way the girl hot Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Jay Sean] I wanna be all over your body like it was Miami with tattoos Baby I have to, I ain't playin And I needa some good girl in front of me baby You drivin me crazy, yeah [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye Search ? |
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[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 1] (Yeah.. Born Rich.. yup) Gucci bag poppin tags New crib brand new jag Birdman born to shine Bad bitch all the time Stay fly, ride fly I'm stuntin', stay high Straight G, just like that Blow 100, bounce right back Red hot, hard top Cash money hard knock Bentley frame, drop top 50 G's, the bottles pop Iced out, so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 2] (Yeah...Yeah) 250 on the dash Yeah i'm livin fast Yeah I'm gettin cash I need a bitch thats bad Shawty play your role We slammin phantom doors She be like drive slow We burnin purple smoke I said I'd never fold I promise not to stop Just like my rolls Royce The way that girl drop I need a hot girl The way the girl hot Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Jay Sean] I wanna be all over your body like it was Miami with tattoos Baby I have to, I ain't playin And I needa some good girl in front of me baby You drivin me crazy, yeah [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye Search ? |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 1] (Yeah.. Born Rich.. yup) Gucci bag poppin tags New crib brand new jag Birdman born to shine Bad bitch all the time Stay fly, ride fly I'm stuntin', stay high Straight G, just like that Blow 100, bounce right back Red hot, hard top Cash money hard knock Bentley frame, drop top 50 G's, the bottles pop Iced out, so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 2] (Yeah...Yeah) 250 on the dash Yeah i'm livin fast Yeah I'm gettin cash I need a bitch thats bad Shawty play your role We slammin phantom doors She be like drive slow We burnin purple smoke I said I'd never fold I promise not to stop Just like my rolls Royce The way that girl drop I need a hot girl The way the girl hot Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Jay Sean] I wanna be all over your body like it was Miami with tattoos Baby I have to, I ain't playin And I needa some good girl in front of me baby You drivin me crazy, yeah [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye Search ? |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 1] (Yeah.. Born Rich.. yup) Gucci bag poppin tags New crib brand new jag Birdman born to shine Bad bitch all the time Stay fly, ride fly I'm stuntin', stay high Straight G, just like that Blow 100, bounce right back Red hot, hard top Cash money hard knock Bentley frame, drop top 50 G's, the bottles pop Iced out, so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 2] (Yeah...Yeah) 250 on the dash Yeah i'm livin fast Yeah I'm gettin cash I need a bitch thats bad Shawty play your role We slammin phantom doors She be like drive slow We burnin purple smoke I said I'd never fold I promise not to stop Just like my rolls Royce The way that girl drop I need a hot girl The way the girl hot Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Jay Sean] I wanna be all over your body like it was Miami with tattoos Baby I have to, I ain't playin And I needa some good girl in front of me baby You drivin me crazy, yeah [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye Search ? |
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from Black Dada - Imma Zoe [single] (2009)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
This ya boy black a.k.a da da {da da, da da } Got another another one, for my island {oh woa check it} Tatted on my chest now... [Chorus:] Tatted on my chest Yes I'm a zoe I never had a problem getting hoes{dough} Making this musics all I know So hold on tight cause I'm a blow In donk's chevy (we ride) At the club (we live) On 6"s & 7"S (we ride) At any show (we live)... Said tatted on my chest, yes I'm a zoe When haters talk mess I lose control. Using my fist, that's all I know. With my own two feet go blow for blow. What you gotta problem, know you now I'm live. Never had a problem to go inside. Fucking with me is suicide. Step into the jungle, well you won't survive Perment wet on the chevy paint. Turn in your face, dog my shit will stink Hypotize rims make you go insane Just like a bobblehead, bobbling brain. Riding swerve from lane to lane. I'm a let the whole world know my name. On my shit cause I'm a pro. Tatted on my chest cause I'm a zoe... [Chorus] If u See me in the streets, you know I'm cool. If u See me in the club, I act a fool With a gang of killers, that's just my crew. Don't mean to be rude that's how I do. (Yeah) Cup held high with a mug so mean. Tilt to the side cause I'm sipping that lean. My swagg so loose, gotta be the goose. Flashing lights ike a photo shoot. Now I'm a do me, you do you. My wrist so cold, don't catch a flu. On my flag got red and blue. Yes I said it red and blue. If you talking don't waste my time. Worry bout yours don't worry bout mine. Dropping hits it's in my soul. Tatted on my chest cause I'm a zoe. {check it Woa} [Chorus] Said it's tatted on my chest respect my mind. I spit creole anytime. In the booth they know I rhyme. So with the hood you know I shine. Sak pase to all my zoes. What it do to the people I know. To all my stippers on the pole. And all my niggas blowing dro.{dro} Let me put u on some game. Zoes ain't never called no lame. We seen the worst and felt the pain. Cloudy weather filled with rain. United we stand, divided we fall. They can't break me not at all. Stack my chips never go broke. Tatted on my chest cause I'm a zoe! |
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