Текст песни Haystak - Dollar, слова песни Haystak

Текст песни Haystak - Dollar

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We gonna break this down and roll a bluntYEAH ( Verse 1 )Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excelHopeless, I would either be dead or in jailDestined to failBut I done came to far to turn backJust poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracksI learned to add and subtractAnd I never went backTo that lil` school I had been sent toFind some shit I could get in toBeen through more by the time I was eighteenThen most people go through before they thirtyI`m from the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy )Trouble-maker, hard-headed motherfuckerIn one ear and out the otherI got a brother named bubba Different daddy same motherRemind me of when I was younger lil` bad motherfuckerMy told me son it`s time to settle downMomma your baby`s a player and I get aroundI be up all night gone on that Hennessey and weedThe only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed ( Chorus )If I had a dollar for all of y`allThat wanna see me in my graveI could just pack up and move awayAnd spend the rest of my days getting paidIf I had a dime for every timeSomebody tried to insult my gameI`d be in the islands doing fineCounting money sipping some champaign ( Verse 2 )Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my tensionI was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile detentionI grew up making bargains to get back on the streetsI concentrated on paper just to get back on my feetI`m money minded, saw my people progressParanoid, I`m underneath a bullet proof vestStaying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing death is certainI know them killers is lurkingHa, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they broke assI aint stunting `em, cause they aint making no cashI`m gonna let them royalty checks accumulateWe so good with it there`s nothing you can do but hate ( Chorus ) Repeat 1 ( Verse 3 )WhoooI gotta be thinking I`m get my ass killed Filled with strap kneelCause over the passed years it`s bad here in NashvilleThis one`s for the homies that lost they life up on the battle fieldWay before the record deals we pack steal, that`s realDropped a CD at every jackhead clubOut to get me thinking I`m a million dollar motherfuckerBut at night I can`t sleep, I toss and turnVisions of Benz`s be bought and money being burnedI might not hit the billboard but I`m keeping it crunkAnd I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will`s trunkyou know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see thatI get big love where I be at, Bitch believe thatSo many setbacks I got to try to overcomeI take another sip of liquor just to keep me numbI know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laughWhile that AK 47 shell cut me in half Yeah, then you woke up you haterWhy don`t you do something with your lifeGet money boy, get up off yo assStop hating on me and mine and get ya ownThat`s what the hell you need to doBring the hook back boy ( Chorus ) If I had a dollar for all of y`allThat wanna see me in my graveI could just pack up and move awayAnd spend the rest of my days getting paidIf I had a dime for everytimeOne of y`all tried to insult my gameI would just... ( Haystak )First thing you know, Stak`ll be a millionaireWhat couldn`t I do if I had that( ha, ha, ha, ha ha )

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