Текст песни Lil Wayne - Shine (Extended Remix)
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Текст песни Lil Wayne - Shine (Extended Remix)
[Mannie Fresh]Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa)Check me out (Come on)Cash Money MillionairesCheck me out[Lil Wayne]Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change( )You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin thingsWith them twenty-two inch chopper bladesDiamond face wit tha diamond braceAye, more colors than the game Simon SaysGo lights outAnd mami on forty-fifth she said she "Diked Out"And she ain't like too much of stick, but got tha right mouth So I took it anywayBut aye I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anywayOK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryinAll these karats like I'm some kinda vegetarianIf they play, I bury them, y'all already knowinI threw up my arm and really thought it started snowinSee I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me?Aye I got cake like everyday my birthdayWait, I don't think they heard meI say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday[Hook: Mannie Fresh](Shine) - From my head down to my shoes(Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's(Shine) - Check my baby mamma(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas(Shine) - I'ma spend it 'til it's gone(Shine) - Don't know when I'm comin home(Shine) - Doin X and drank Cris'(Shine) - My life is tha shhh...[Mack 10]I rock em all, brown rocks to baguettesI bang and ball, like blood and crypt setsOn Lear Jets, I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha sceneI'm ridin on dub dueces wit TV screensAnd my garge is full of rag tops and candy paints(Baby: Tha new Bently out?)If I don't got it, it ain'tCause my grind is to shine, I'm as real as they comeAnd In case you didn't know, I'm tha man where I'm fromAsk em who rock ice on tha west (Baby: They say Mac)Ask em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac)Ask em who got like thirty cars (Baby: They say Mac)Ask em who got strip, scars, and bars (Baby: They say Mac)Man I'ma whole lot richer since tha for life scenceWent countin myself, to a money machineI'ma get till I can't, wit tha U.P.T.It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C[Hook](Mikkey)Now introducin Mikkey, you could find me crusin tha cityBlack X-5, wit four dymes wit me, Y'all feel meDown wit CMR, so you know my cash is longBrains, I ain't even gotta ask it's onCome on, tha ice is blue, the remey is redHaters turn green, queens wanna give me some headStill I'm quick to pop two in tha fedsYa know I been hungry my whole life, so I'm due for some breadGo head, name another click that could rap above usA bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in publicCats love it, boosie broads deny itThey step to tha store to buy it, go home and bump it in privateAnd you know me, I'm low keyNothin special, just a pinky ring, a Roley, a lil ice on tha bezelAnd when I drive by, I can't help doin tha drive-byCause my rims be killin haters, every time I ride by[Hook][Christina]Look, I got shoes, boots, coops wit missin roofsChris stackin, even when I'm in tha boothGot charms and charms, you can call me tha bombAnd you can call me Deep Blow, cause tha smoke under my armGot Royces on vogues, countin banks rollsEven y'all hoes is sendin me rosesI'm nasty and iced up, call me NicistyOn a bike or in a truck, yeah what you like meShoes, bags call me PardaHaters never mess wit me, don't call me nuda (Ha-Ha)I sip dun, call me Lady DonRock leather on my Harley, call me tha BombBrought a new Coup, painted it baby blueGot it new shoes sittin on twenty-two's(Mannie Fresh)Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun (wha-wha)Ya Heardz, sittin on twenty-two's[Hook][Baby]I'ma stunna, a band new colorful hummerA Benz, I could ride everyday of tha summerBrought a Jag for my baby girl, surrounded rightWit nothin but ice, new whip wit Barda pipesI could shine when I wanna, buy a ride when I wannaCook a brick, cut it up and sell dime if I wannaJust scored a PT and I streched it quickBig rims, six tires, candy paintin it slickPut tha ice on tha shelf until you match my wristGolf ball earrings, thirty karats a lickGot Brian in a mink, got Pearl in a minkCarivan Excersen, twenty inches look deepCatch me on tha lake wit a flock of freaksMe and Mannie tearin it down, cause we love tha streetsGotta barbecue poppin, bouta cook up tha meatFa sho baby girl laced wit ice and mink[Hook][Stone]I hold it down like and whatBrown and Tan stunnasPlatinum matchin wrists like I broke some handcuffsDrivin a CL-6Ridin wit Bear's cliqueTha block done got hot, I'm slingin them raw bricksWe givin them haters troubleThey I was seachin rubberLil wodie steady bouncin in a brand new BubbleCop rocks like small mountainsHit blocks wit four ouncesYou know you can't stop our watery, we got out own fountain[Lac]You can catch me in tha Di-ablo, on chrome wit tha top missinTha ring, tha piece, tha chain, and tha watch glisteninAll in a drop Bentley on twenty-two inchesWit no note, and I sure ain't rent thisHere come Lac and he stuntin, stuntin Ridin up tha lake on Super SundayWhen I come through I'm tryna jump in somethin