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I am swimmin in money I'm pullin your chick and I dip in your honey I'm baggin them bitches, you niggas is bummy I know what it is, holdin it in Niggas wanna play like "Oh what it is" Talkin like "Duh nigga know what it is" But when that 4-4 come, that shit don't come back, nigga gon run BANG get the whole drum Civic flock your Lambo Rock my Roca pants low No my name ain't Lindsay but your girl give me Lohan tho HA I got swave like ta-ta's You in a daze like La La I'm from the T-dot city where the city ain't pretty and the niggas gotta deal with the matah's like ra-ra Stand by watch em gaze in amazement I said I'm sick like AIDs in a patient You talk shit get grazed in the basement Its time for the lave and the swave shit But no for the fakes and the lame shit Gon see the whole team go ape shit Go mad, go dumb, go crazy So bad, so good, so swavey Oh baby, I swear I Could spit this shit about a million times I got a billion rhymes I got a trillion dimes, HUH And I don't even mean women, I mean coins If we winnin, then she joins But we pass, then she points, and she says "These boys damn them niggas!!" They comin round doin it G5 gon fly straight to the crib Boy you know I'm tryna fuck the stewardess Baby you don't need no shots, just take two of this Now since I don't make-out The stuff I do ain't a-llowed I'm givin yall too much heat, I'm gon take Bosh, Lebron, and Wade out The fuck you niggas talkin you still corny with your braids out I heard your chicks a killer, tell her, come and blow my brains out HOLD UP I heard snakes in the grass so I gotta cut the lawn low And I'm sippin on a Merlot And them niggas gon chat til 9's on they back like Rondo Your girls my girl my girls my girl Oh girl, hi girl, bye girl Lookin for a white girl but I'm not Tiger Plus you know a Tiger Wood, if a Tiger could This a wood shop class come climb my wood I got a new whip with designed out hood And you ain't ever in it The whip like Vinny You niggas just Pooh, you somethin like Winnie And the beat keeps goin And the freaks keep blowin And the freaks keep goin Til the skeet skeet gone And the cheeks shes holdin it, EW I'm sorry yall Had to stop on that line Almost got in that rhyme On to the top of that line And I'ma cut you some from the top of my mind Aw damn, aw shit, goin outta my mind And your not on my time I'ma shoot her 9 times with the Ruger 9-9 Make the swave go through her 9 times If a man wanna talk that shit like he a big cat better have 9 lives See I don't talk, please let the judge speak I'm so ahead of yall, I wrote this next week You say your love strong, but your chest weak I say you are now flockin with the best, T O-R-Y You ain't ever seen no car fly No shirt like no R-A, and so my Audi out with my R-9 9 times out of 10 people say that you last year Last year it was your time This year its Tory time Next year its Tory time Call me father, Maury time Yall niggas need some more time Mothaflock yall I'm on more grind So if you don't like me, then motherfuck you too Fu-fu-fuck you too Cuz I don't give a shit, bout what the fuck you do, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
