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Артист: Sadat XНазвание : If (It Ain`t About Paper)Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap new york east coast rap hip hop Видео:
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If it ain`t about paper, it ain`t about me Put too much work in my hustle to die broke on these streets [Verse 1] I took some money and invested in some hookers Coca-Cola cookers, dick breakers, purse snatchers Wallet takers, money makers, high-speed chaser cop shakers Anything to stop the chief from tracin` catchin` cases I`m cop racist, tired of seein` their faces Been in the back seat too many times with blackened bracelets Which I don`t give a fuck, y`all wanna see me do bad Cause I get up, get out, get off my ass, stuff duffle bags Sweatin` the doo-rag, yay in the blue bag Jealousy soon as I get down with more than you had Take trips with a bitch a stuff a click up of coke Love y`all but hate cha` city bitches, ya arrogant and broke Quick to pick the jack up, call a crack and send me to Central Use bitches for sex, money, ID`s and rentals One tried to claim the family jewels I told the bitch I`m bad news, this cash rules [Hook x2] [Verse 2] I sleep with stars on the low Cause they my everyday hoes It`s like I`m scared for em` Fuck around and laugh on em` But I ain`t laugh when we lost all them grams though Cause they know they try to keep em` low but we sprang the door Cell bars can`t stop ours Amateur broads is like movie stars and cinema screen Ol` shorty right there, I been fuckin` her since she was seventeen She a mean twenty-four now Should I jam the broad raw now The dick say yes But the brain say stress If you put on that dress you make a thousand dollars easy Set chu` up with the rich Asians Wanna flash them big faces I wanna clean operation Like ferry ferry freak off Pay for play, pick the broad you wanna slay Do it your way, I`m wait in the doorway Yeah I`m sellin 4-A, doin` it Don`t blow me up, don`t ruin it If it ain`t about money dick, the X ain`t pursuin` it [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Yo, let me speak some much all For now, we gon` kill the dumb talk Hold ya fort cause I ain`t done And the struggle ain`t fun I done sold crack, done that Sold pack, gotta run Yet I`m down for the coin, I need stacks bigger than Pun Ya understand my man, a nigga wanna see his nights Pop rubber bands if I have to pop rubber man Cause the chips I got can`t take care of my mother and My immediate fam, so I scheme and scam to get some fetti in my hand It done been times when niggas look at Eddie like he petty But these niggas ain`t my men Workin` with birds and can`t throw the kid no grams But you wanna borrow toast when you caught in a jam Niggas`ll scram, stay broke, nah I`ma bounce back Get a couple ounce stacks, take that and bounce that Now I got niggas givin` me eight off of g-packs And if it ain`t about money, it ain`t no need to believe that [Hook repeated to fade] | Похожие исполнители:
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