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Uh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible. But I swear with these fifty shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0. Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, No Liporex. Money talks, bullshit walks on a Motherfuckin' tightrope. And I make that dab-dab-dab drop out. I knock that out-out-out cold. And you get beat the crap out. But that's just how the dice roll. These hoes want that hose pipe. So I give all these hoes pipe. She get on that dick and stay on all Night like porch lights. Let's do it, talkin'. We out here, we ballin'. And I'm sprayin' at these rusty like W. Dee Thornton. We up, we trucked up. No if, ands or buts. Go go-go-go behind your back like nunchucks. And that's But my hoes down, my cups up. My is down for whatever. These think they too fly. Boy, tell them hoes I pluck feathers. I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi. I wear truck fit, Gucci. She blowin' kisses at me with her lip-lip-lips, Smooches. And that's 2 Chainz. Look at you. Wow. Now look at us. All my Look riches-riches-riches-riches-riches. Yeah. All my live Riches-riches-riches-riches-riches. All-all my look riches-riches-riches-riches-riches. Yeah. Look at you. Look at you. Now look at us. Now look at us. All my look riches-riches-riches-riches-riches. All my, all my live Riches-riches-riches-riches-riches. Ho. All my, Uh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig Latin. I turned the pendant to a motherfuckin' Janet Jackson. Tell them that be hatin', I ain't got no worries. I just wanna hit and run like I ain't Got insurance. What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac killer. All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter. Yeah, murder one eighty-seven. I be killin' them I hope all dogs go To heaven. And I got Xanax, Percocet, Promethazine with codeine. Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hoes Dreams. Got a white girl with big flat TV Screen. I keep a bag of call me the BB king. And you know I got that mouth Outta Then put the out like a house fire. I'm killin' these like Michael Myers. I eat that cat just like a lion. And I can't trust none of these Can't trust none of these hoes. And I see your girl when I want. I got that TiVo. Uh, got a red with a red Try-try me, That's a dead 'Cause y'all motherfuckers so blind to The fact. To tell you the truth, don't care Who's lookin'. All I know is I love my That pussy feel just like heaven on Earth. Six feet deep, shovelin' the dirt. R. I. P. rest in peace. Light that then pass that We gon' get so Smoked out. And then I went got locked up. Every night I dreamt I broke out. One time for them poor That's that I don't Like. We eatin' over here Around and have a food fight. And that's 2 Chainz. Look at you. Uh. Now look at us. Yeah. All look riches-riches-riches-riches-riches. Boy. All my live riches-riches-riches-riches-riches. Boy. All-all my look Riches-riches-riches-riches-riches. Yeah. Oh yeah. Look at you. Straight up. Now look at us. Any out that lane that wanna give me no All my look riches-riches-riches-riches-riches. Do your worst, ho. All my, all my live Riches-riches-riches-riches-riches. All my, all, all look Riches-riches-riches-riches-riches. And your girl, Riches-riches-riches-riches-riches
Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz — Rich As F*** Album Version (Edited)
«Rich As F*** Album Version (Edited)» — Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:43. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
