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Текст песни Juvenile f Lil` Wayne, Paparue, Turk - 400 Degreez

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Why, why, whyWhy, why, whyWhy, whyCash Money, Rich NiggazLook[Lil` Wayne]Loud pipes, big rimsNigga, that`s my lifeWhen I pull up at the club sorry that`s my nightI know a lot of haters probably sayin that that`s not rightWell, my diamonds so much biggerSo, that`s my lifeGleam, gleamNow, only carry big face and you hear the ching, chingNow, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thingAnd your children be amazed when they see me on the big screenHa, ha, haI crack myself upI know I talk lot but I can back myself upGot a little house on the beach that`s where I shack myself upYou ain`t really got more money than meThink about itLet`s just say somebody gave me a check to think about itSo I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out itAnd me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain`t crowdedThey see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12And we was nextThen that`s when I pull up in the B-E-LLe-Le-LexHa(1st Chorus)I`m on FiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireHot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hotWe on FiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireHot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot[Juvenile]Juvenile used to be R-E-T-A boundNow I be bustin these bitches head when I come `roundActing like a nigga that ain`t never had shitLook into my bed sayin that`s a mad hitI`ll damned if these diamonds and golds ain`t shininMy Rollie ain`t mine and my bank ain`t climbinYou lookin at a multi-millionaire in the fleshMight don`t have it now, but I just got me a checkI can walk it like I talk it, play it how I say itTeach it like I preach it; now, put that in your headNigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand - ain`t nuttinSmoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethinMeet me in the casino, way in the backLosin money like a motherfucker, still shooting crapsTomorrow I`ll be back, I got millionaire statusWe make so much money IRS be lookin at us(Repeat 1st Chorus 1X)[Turk]I got more ends than Bonnie have in a factoryI`m Lil Turk, I`m living large, got the baddest hoes after mePicture me, a young nigga bawling out of controlPlaying with millions, laying in condosNigga I shine, shine through the fucking weekThe flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seatDon`t hate me, `cause I`m a little bawlerGot more weight than AngolaFucking your girl CarlaNigga I stunt, And I`m a stunt `til I can`t no moreChest lit up like the oaksFrom the diamonds I sportYo, I can`t be touchedDon`t think I`m too much, nigga I`m rich what the fuckRolex crushed out with the bezelAnd all the foes that get close to me got to be on my scheduleI got so much moneyI don`t know what to doBuy isles and carsAnd break bread with my crew(2nd Chorus)I`m on FiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireHot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hotWe on FiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireHot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hotB.G. on FiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireHot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot[Paparue]Uh, uh, uhHear meIt`s like, monkey see, monkey doRolling with the Cash Money Runners I stay trueCause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar sceneHolding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming

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