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The label raw. Yeah, me and Kaine Dub got This hot shit right here. Look, look. I tackle the feelings, the moment is what it Is. I'm just trying to tell you a little Something to make you big. Give me your comfort, I'm ready to listen in. Looking in, in the front of your eyes, I Recommend. Recommend that you call me papa Dr. Ben. And me and you together can put together A plan. And all these sucker niggas wanted me To shake your hand. Like all of the sugar Dick, you need another man. Add it up, it's like a hustle, never going Broke again. I can push without the muscle, I'm affiliated in. Just because you let me fuck you doesn't mean We more than friends. Baby, I can make you Listen, guarantee I'm going in. And I can never, I can never fully understand Why these niggas act like pussies and these women More like men. I'm trying to take the dough up out your Hand. I know you getting paper, give me more Than a band. A lot of dollar chips every Time we mix and blend. Baby, I ain't got them bosses, what you call A businessman. You better recognize and condescend. Swoop to my level if you don't understand. Uh, go Dr. Den. G-g-g-g go Dr. Den. I make the music flow through my hands. A lot of dollar chips and some broken rubber Bands. Uh, look. Yo. I'm right about a bitch. About I really need my money, need a lot Of dollar chips. Chips. I'm thinking with my brain and not a Dick. I'm a hella giver game and then I Grab her by the wrist. Okay. Look, I'm right about a bitch. Bitch. I really need my money, need a lot Of dollar chips. I'm thinking with my brain and not a dick. I'm a hella giver game and then I grab Her by the wrist. Okay. My mack skills be so surreal, but yet they Paying bills. And I don't feel why just appeal To bitches making deals. Your new nigga ain't even knowing you giving me Head and then giving me bread. But I ain't the one to be telling no Business while y'all keep holding hands. I'm pimping and laughing at you actors who don't Understand. You see the game ain't for you lames Who never got a plan. She say she got a man, but steady leaving While that nigga be sleeping. Instead of me teasing when she see me, but It ain't no secret. And what's the reason? Captivated and fascinated by What I'm saying daily. But baby, I'm just a thug that made it. It's nothing personal, just give me the money, then You can go. On cruise control, I'll see you Later if you got some more. You know the flow, poetic justice on a stupid Hoe. So call me lucky if you fuck me And I leave you broke. That's all she wrote. I give her game and let her marinate. Too much at stake and now she's well done And on the paper chase. Look. I'm right about a bitch. Uh-huh. I really need my money, need a lot Of dollar chips. Chips. I'm thinking with my brain and not a Dick. I'm a hella giver game and then I Grab her by the wrist. Okay. Look, I'm right about a bitch. I really need my money, need a lot of Dollar chips. I'm thinking with my brain and not a dick. I'm a hella giver game and then I grab Her by the wrist. Okay.
Cane Dubb, Baby Stack — Alot of Chips
«Alot of Chips» — Cane Dubb, Baby Stack. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:15.
