Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: MaseНазвание : Stay Out of My WayДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop rnb hiphop Видео:
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[intro] Hey yo, dogs, for real? Im yo man but you got the address up Cuz now you got chicks talk "what the fuck" "what the fuck", "what the fuck" [mase] You know somebody swung on me & cut me? (come on come on come on) You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me? (come on come on come on) Is they stoppin my money? (hell no) (come on come on come on) Then it aint no problem here (come on come on come on) Cmon I aint wit that man (yeah, what, what) Just throw my b back on Yo, yo, yo You know my mission aint complete till I hit the city with a 600 jeep Hardest nigga from all out you wanna meet Hash in the dash with heat under the seat Chased kate 52 states straight But still aint nothin sweet I took a year off to let the young niggas eat Everybody wit me want bucks Walk around platinum linked up With money like brink trucks Shit get too hot? puff, put the minks up Come back in the summertime like fuck it, its summertime All out tattoos over wife beaters Get mail branson, never buy reefer Bentley five seater, its all for real First rapper to close down a mall with a mil The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt Plus the money so Im on nigga one Talk to me 1 - [total] If you dont fuck with me Like I dont fuck with you It aint much for us to talk about Cuz you dont fuck with me (yo, yo, yo, yo) And you know I dont fuck with you So all I can say (uh uh) Is stay out my way [mase] Dont take much to wake up, taped up Fuck the district, I live in jacob Hit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up See me without puff, try to get your weight up, uh Aint nuttin between you and me And on the real, nuttin you could do wit me I got cats thatll find you and leave you Pull that hoodie over your head And put five in your ceasar Doubt me now and die a believer Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver When the wars on, put your gloves and your gores on Teflon hard hat nigga, put it all on Beef no more thats what other niggas for I got a fam that love to go to war Love to get locked up, love pickin the odds up Love not comin home, love to be boxed up Im from a town where kids could pop up Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up Ill come around your block knowin you got popped up Arms are rocked up, bentley wit the top up Uh, you dont stop, come on Repeat 1 while: What, what, what Yeah yeah yeah what what what You dont like me nigga? (what the fuck? ) You wanna fight me nigga? (huh? huh? ) Stop frontin nigga (you frontin nigga) Uh [mase] Yo, one, two, three, four Everybody on the floor You see grams, imma see craters By the time you see land imma see acres Drop another cd just to see paper And before you see me youll see the maker All I see is more chances, more advances More houses, no spouses, more beaches Wild thugs around me and no leechin When they guns out played, therell be no reachin Ballin in dirty south wit no creases And all I see is more f-in iced out jesus pieces The rock over sean john fleeces You never love the money like we love it Pay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it All out Bad boy forever The movement What Repeat 1 Repeat 1 | Похожие исполнители:
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