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Текст песни Al-D f Mr. 3-2 - Mailman

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(*talking*)(*knocking on door*) who the fuck is it(It`s the mailman), about time you got here(you got my money), yeah 250 dollas(what the fuck is 250 dollas, say Fed-ExThis Al-Ex, and I`m fin to execute yourMotherfucking ass, if you don`t give me theRest of my god damn money)(*screaming*)[Hook]I`m the mailman, I`m the mailmanI`m the mailman, sacks or stacks in my handI`m the mailman, I`m the mailmanI went from rags to riches, now you bitches can`t understand[Al-D]I wonder if a nigga, wasn`t down with this rap shitWould I get the love and hugs, and all this dap shitSigning autographs, no strap no maskNow my trash in the past, ain`t gotta worry bout the taskI got up off my ass, and mashed for my cashNow his and her jacks, or own glass in the grassI stash and stash, until I stretch mark the vaultAnd the pain from the game, made me gain with my chalkI thought of this day, when the haters all knockNow I`m getting props, from the same foul mouthGod damn, niggas ain`t shit now-a-daysAnd bitches flock a nigga, when they see you getting paidBut like I got mine, you gotta get your`sI`m on my grind in the studio, as if it was choresNow you look shook, and you don`t understandI went from rags to riches, bitches call me the mailman[Hook - 2x][Al-D]First I`ll fuck my foes, and these money hungry hoesTwo-face niggas and bitches, hating to see me on toesFrom the hood to every state, city, town and blockI`m infesting the intersection, with this uncut knotWatch what you can`t stop, don`t knock cause we the shitThird Coast smoke and toast, to this pimping G shitForever chasing cheddar, ass on leatherDripping candy gripping wood, see we floss togetherLiving lavage with lavage, having straight to karatsNow we too damn established, in the eyes of the savageWe gon ball till we fall, hanging placks on the wallSipping drank and smoking dank, passing up the alcoholBuy up the whole mall, invest and make mo`G`d up head to toe, and keep our music playing slowThird Coast my home, but I`m Southeast raisedTrying to increase my knot, and find a spot in the shade[Hook - 2x][Mr. 3-2]The mailman bitch, but I`m here to collectTake my respect, make sure I get the right ones to checkYou feeling me yet, I gotta get mineEvery nickel and dime, I stop niggas like stop signsWith glock 9`s and barettas, it`s whatever with meThe G-O-V, still throwing up S.U.C.3-2 and Al-D, go and get it with no tussleWorking our muscle, living our life on the hustleWanting our albums, doing shows and featuresWhen this deal go bad, I`ma have to delete yaYou wanna meet your up talk, with all the shedded dealingI`m bout cash in my hand, brother how a nigga feeling[Hook - 2x]I`m the mailman

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