Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Young JeezyНазвание : Mr. 17.5Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop dirty south southern rap hip hop Видео:
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[Verse 1] New shoes on the range rove, good with mine (vrrooomm) You motherfuckers act like I ain`t supposed to shine I ain`t the one, definitely not the two (nope) One in the chamber don`t make me aim it at you (blaow) The young Bob Barker, the price is right If it`s C.O.D. you can get `em tonight Put the fishscale on the scale Ya boy went postal, all he do is check mail (hahaaaa) Low key, under the radar Triple black vet, yeah I call it the stealth No currency machine, I could count it myself Almost done, another quarter million in ones Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I`ve done Chunk change, I make it rain for fun (wassup) [Chorus] Snow man, get cha hands up high It`s ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha hands up high It`s ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots [Verse 2] I get the bars out of the back of my mind That`s how, I reminisce like Mary J Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay A hundred percent certain, Snowman was workin` You can blame my plug or my clientele (why?) I`m addicted to that new car smell White cookies in a plastic bag New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag Whole life flash right before your eyes See the state troopers and get butterflies Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches A minute 14 and Rolex watches Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain I get a rush when I talk that `cane Get money, nigga fuck them haters All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers (wassup) [Chorus] Snow man, get cha hands up high It`s ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha hands up high It`s ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots [Verse 3] I`m a grown ass man, I stand on my own two 200,000 cash, I`m buying my own team Right to your front door, operation so sweet I like little dude who keeps his money so neat But I still bury a nigga Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (blaow) Suede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin` akward Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats You could live your whole life and not come close Guess that`s why these rap niggas take notes Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast Next, they be dressin` like me But back in `93, they wasn`t stressin` like me (wassup) [Chorus] Snow man, get cha hands up high It`s ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha hands up high It`s ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | Похожие исполнители:
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