Текст песни Juvenile - Money on the Couch, слова песни Juvenile

Текст песни Juvenile - Money on the Couch

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First Verse:I went through with the plan, now the man sendin` me grams,My coke organization still infestin` the land,No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas,Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,Hand, full of ice, it`s gangsta`s paradise,Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life,Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus,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 greatestWearin` 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 shitWig split, the heel, whoever he roll with,Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethin`Nine`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 judgeWith somethin` concrete, to send me, cuzHe 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 creepHere`s the nine, I don`t have time, make it discreetChorus:Money on the couch, niggaGimme everything, I`ll pay your house, niggaShut`cha mouth, niggaPut the money on the couch, niggaGimme everything, I`ll pay your house, niggaShut`cha mouth, niggaPut the money on the couch shut`cha mouth, niggaSecond Verse:I know that my cousin Lil` Kerzaw,He sold up outta his backyard,And sold up shit, from the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward,You know he rolls up in the caddy,It`s about that time to go roasts and vogue,I`ma go on the passenger side, fuckin` with every last hoe,Nigga Russ was up in that car shop,Ready to get all the seats fixed,Let me go scope me a kneefit, so I can go out to the Freaknik,Shit, I`m the lyrical genius,Drop down on your knees to the penis,The nigga be talkin` the shit about my family, but I never did seen itI`m larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges,And I still got somethin` stashed in the garages,Y`all is petty, it`s gone take two to fill my stamina,When I pass the camera, flash, fuck the amateurs,Ya better be top notch, or I`ma cock my rhyme glock,To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your tumor,ChorusThird Verse:I`m straight from the ghetto, the Mac they make the foes shake,Then I left that spot and I went to the T, where the triflin` hoes play,They comin` to me and, they blowin` that funky fire,I`m grabbin` a beer and, them blunts be gettin` me higher,Due to my clique I walked to the front door,Hope it ain`t them po-po`s,I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind,"What I have to run for?",Nobody would want to test me,Especially comin` to arrest me,Old body and soul, it`s a must I leave you cold,Keep it chilly chilly, when I`m jigglin` jigglin` money,Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way,I`m drinkin` for honey,If I wouldn`t be kickin` these rhymes so funky,You and your crew would never have bought my shit like junkies,A part of a "ki" is all that I need,To get on my feet, up outta the weed,The capital "C", I do it for weed, and even a "G" for slangin` them kis,I`m puttin` in it your face, Juvenile lookin` for a bitch now,Don`t have no time for no foreplay, I`m simply gonna lay this dick downNiggas be comin` with dope lines,Gimme the chance I`ma flow mine,I`m tearin` this bitch up in no time,No fuckin` ya up cuz you know I`m,Funky like a club that`s filled up with fat men fartin`,And never a bad thought in my mind, cuz I`m steadily plottin`Chorus

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