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Juvenile - Money On The Couch
Şarkı Adı: Money On The Couch
Söyleyen: Juvenile - Tüm Şarkıları »
Puan: 0.0 (0 kişi oyladı)
Görüntüleme: 845
Söyleyen: Juvenile - Tüm Şarkıları »
Puan: 0.0 (0 kişi oyladı)
Görüntüleme: 845
Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas,
Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it,
Now my name is implicated with the greatest
Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H.,
Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate,
Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate,
Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects,
Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks,
But I gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit
Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with,
Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethinNine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction,
Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at?
Crackers can get the Bauds at, because I'm pro Black,
Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal,
Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner,
I'm sure he would have gone before the judge
With somethin' concrete, to send me, cuz
He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug,
Told my bitch I want him dead,
Bring me his head, fill him with lead,
Heard what I said? Don't betray me,
I'll put you on the streets and make you weak,
With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth,
And built you a home next to the beach,
And luxury cars we creep
Here's the nine, I don't have time, make it discreet
Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it,
Now my name is implicated with the greatest
Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H.,
Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate,
Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate,
Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects,
Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks,
But I gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit
Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with,
Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethinNine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction,
Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at?
Crackers can get the Bauds at, because I'm pro Black,
Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal,
Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner,
I'm sure he would have gone before the judge
With somethin' concrete, to send me, cuz
He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug,
Told my bitch I want him dead,
Bring me his head, fill him with lead,
Heard what I said? Don't betray me,
I'll put you on the streets and make you weak,
With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth,
And built you a home next to the beach,
And luxury cars we creep
Here's the nine, I don't have time, make it discreet
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