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Текст песни (C-Murder f) Curren$y Da Hott Spitta, XL - Tru Dawgz

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* send corrections to the typist[Curren$y Talking]Tru Records exclusive, Curren$y Da Hott Spitta & XLAction packed nigga get your cassettes readyIt`s about to go down like this hereUh, uh, these niggas keep hatin, that ain`t right thoughI`ma throw it down like this here[Curren$y]Now I ain`t trying to take over the gameI`m just trying to get a Range Rover and a couple of chainsI got a X-ed out college bitch giving me brainsGave her my e-mail address and an alias nameAnd they tell me take it easy but I can`t help itI want more green than the Boston CelticsLet a tru nigga breathe don`t be selfishBet on hot spitta competition getting delt witHollerin bout you totin gunsBut I see you with no straps like low-top Air Force OnesAnd U hollerin bout money ain`t got no fundsAnd U rappin on beats using pots for ya drumsAnd you`ll never see me with ya bitchOh I got the hoe with me, you just can`t see through the tintAnd I`m beggin ya dog please don`t quit rappinIf you quit rappin I quit laughin[Chorus: repeat 2X]Don`t wanna see us with no paper ha (that ain`t right)Don`t wanna see us niggas make it ha (that ain`t right)I ain`t gon call you a hater dog (cuz that ain`t nice)Just let a nigga breathe in the game aight[Curren$y]I got a flat so I had to leave the V in the garageAnd X see the bar on his Bentley ???Headin to the spa for a weekly massageMe, ya lady, and ya sister do minagй triosAnd I just copped two PorschesAnd the dashboard got more wood than the Evergreen ForestPull up on the block, two glocks two torchesShorty too hot like papa bear`s poridgeTalkin bout you pop caps to wet meThe only cap you pop is off a bottle of PepsiI got enough waves for you to ride on jet skisAnd fuck a bodyguard I let the tech protect meHell in a black end male with white break lightsKnown for spittin raps out like that on tapes rightSay you got skills ha bitch keep frontinAnd I`ll carve ya face up like a Halloween Pumpkin[Chorus][XL]I guess I ain`t supposed to spitYou probably want me locked off in the back so you can hush my shitYou probably thinkin is C wrong for thisBut XL ain`t just a name known for production and shitIf ain`t nothing else, I`m never ya bitchLyrically I`m hot, like the different color paint on my sixAnd if y`all really ain`t on my shit, it`s coolCuz that ain`t rightI guess I know you better than meYou probably a pimp who get the pussy wetter than meYou probably a thug with more ice and cheddar than meFuck that if i was you I`d be better than meYa bitch you, you better be better than meYou`re probably right, that ain`t rightNaw dog, not on your lifeYou`re better off trying to fuck with a dikeIf you smart why you sound so dumb on the micYou can`t fuck with my beats let alone what I writeMy click, or the fact that we tightIt ain`t us, ya`ll ain`t doin it rightI ruined it rightA producer that ruined your lifeAw fuck it they done gave me a mic[Curren$y]That ain`t right {*repeat 16X*}[XL talking till end]

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