Текст песни Lil` Wayne f B.G. - High Beamin
Lil` Wayne f B.G. - High Beamin слова песни
(BG)Niggas be hatin`Cause BG got itEvery top of the line car they gotLook I ride itFrom the Hummer to the RoverTo the drop jagB and C lex truck Nothin` my click ain`t hadEverybody head was fucked When they heard bout the dealCash Money hotboys climbed for 30-millAlready was straight now we livin largerAlready was ballin now we ballin harder??? bitches can`t take me Cause my wrist stay flossed outNiggas hate me cause all day i`m flossed outGhetto made me My dog, Baby, saved meNiggas find out they hoe got fucked, ??That`s how it goIt ain`t my fault I got mega cheese Walk that walk Talk that talk i`m BGPaperchaser to the fullest get my grind onGotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo` Shine On (Chorus)3xMe and my click be sizzlin hot steaminBouncin` through diamonds high beamin` (Wayne)WhaI`ma flosser baby, baller baby A fifteen year old shot caller babyAnd I`m racin through In the all black chrome A Mercedes CoupeGot yo` wife at my house And she naked tooAnd all my niggas all around Sayin `Shake it Boo, go ahead to what you do`It`s Weezy dog and off the heezy dogAnd I`m surrounded by the iceIt got me freezin` dog And it`s plain and simple Won`t change `cause it`s natural Lil` Wayne a pimp y`allGot the game from BeatrisI`m tryin to see six numbersPull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers Leave the Grammy awards with six womensAnd make a stop at the gas station for six rubbersPut it togetherThis is the life when you get full of the cheddar Don`t try to end it or you would`nt get better, what (Chorus)4x (Wayne)La, la, la, laHere I come star rapperI get the fast moneyShort, cute hot boy that rapper Cash MoneyStandin out the roof of my car And flash hundredsTake your girl to the mallSpend a G like that`s nothinShe lay on the floor Open up the spot Take off her drawsLet me see the cuntDon`t stop Lil` WeezyWe`s ain`t nothin nice But gats in my Jesus Christ Nothin but ice When they see me at night Behind ?? I stay highSnatch yo` wife Run up in her with the K-YBut it`s on manEver since I was born WayneNigga get out of line I get dirty like John WayneI`m bout stuntin`, flossin`Whatever come wit itAnd I don`t shoot gunsUnless they have a drum wit itAt first they wasn`t wit it Thought that I was jokinNow I got `em all payin attention like they owe it (Chorus)