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Kane is in the building. Now Tell me How you love it. You know you at the Top when only heaven's right above it. We on. 'Cause we on. Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marlo G, bro. Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows. And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably Should know. This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood Flow. And, uh, my real friends never hearin' from Me. Fake friends write the wrong answers on the Mirror for me. That's why I pick and choose. I don't get shit confused. I got a small circle, I'm not with different Crews. We walk the same path, but got on Different shoes. Live in the same building, But we got different views. I got a couple cars I never get to Use. Don't like my women single, I like my Chicks in twos. And these days all the girls is down to Roll. I hit the strip club and all them Bitches find the pole. Plus I been sippin' so this shit is movin' Kinda slow. Just tell my girl to tell her Friend that it's time to go. Now tell me how you love it. You know you at the top when only heaven's Right above it. We on. It's Young Money, motherfucker. If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, Motherfucker. Alright. Now somebody show some money in this bitch. And I got my bees with me like some Honey in this bitch. Ya dig? I got my gun in my boo Purse. And I don't bust back because I shoot First. Meet me on the fresh train. Yes I'm in the building, you just on the List of guest names. And all of my riders do not give a Fuck, X Games. Guns turn you boys into sex change. And I smoke 'til I got chest pains. And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James. Women are possessive, and they wanna Possess Wayne. I been fly so long I fell Asleep on the plane. Skinny pants and some Vans. Call me triple A, get my advance in advance. Amen. As the world spin it dance in my Hands. Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in The sand. Uh. Wake up and smell the pussy. You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me. I'm on a paper trail, it ain't no tellin' Where it took me. Yeah. And I ain't a killer but don't push me. Now tell me how you love it. You know you at the top when only heaven's Right above it. We on. It's Young Money, motherfucker. If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, Motherfucker. Alright. Now somebody show some money in this bitch. And I got my bees with me like some Honey in this bitch. Ya dig? I got my gun in my boo purse. And I don't bust back because I shoot first. How do he say what's never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that pussy look better Red. Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off My second leg. Birdman Junior, Eleventh grade. Ball on automatic start. I could hand it to Drake or do a Quarterback draw. Wildcat offense, check the paw prints. We in the building, you niggas in apartments. Uh. Now come on, be my blood donor. Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug On her. Do it big and let the small Fall under that. Damn, where you stumble that? From where they make gumbo at? Kane got the fucking beat jumpin' like a jumping Jack. And you know me, I get on this Bitch and have a heart attack. Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that. Nothing short of that. President Carter, Young Money Democrat. Uh. Now tell me how you love it. You know you at the top when only heaven's Right above it. We on. It's Young Money, motherfucker. If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, Motherfucker. Alright. Now somebody show some money in this bitch. And I got my bees with me like some Honey in this bitch. Ya dig? And I got my gun in my boo purse. And I don't bust back because I shoot first. We on. Young Money,
Lil Wayne, Drake — Right Above It Edited
«Right Above It Edited» — Lil Wayne, Drake. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:37.
