Текст песни Timbaland - Bringin It, слова песни Timbaland

Текст песни Timbaland - Bringin It

Timbaland - Bringin It слова песни

WhatYo yo yo yo yo yoHa haIt aint over babyIt dont stop like dat dat dat datdat datWah-kumpDat datdat datWah-kump, wah-kumpDat dat dat datdat datWah-kumpCome onOne question:Who be the thug that yall love most? Or give a toast to this freestyle drug doseThe thug muscleSo whistle if you hear clearGon get you close and yous a dead man like last yearSee most fearThe marvelous, aliasYou dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushedThese slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointedI stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you frontedToo many mcs not clearly on this hype tipIll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shitExtended clips I represent because my thugs tripEasy boy, Im stompin corners where them drugs flipAli baba snakin lakin trustin north shitYou catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hitsIts mob officialYou test Ill leave you knock-knissuedBandaged up like a snitch cuz I aint fuckin with youStraight up, we bringin itWhat yall, huh huh, v-aKnow about thisWhat yall in hampton, huh huhKnow about thisWhat yall in p-townKnow about thisWhat yall in hoviayKnow about thisCheck it outIm ya p-town hit manIll make ya shit manPay my stick man to do my dirtIm filthy rich manMy thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogsMake em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocksI told you that Im project strongYou took me wrong and learned that thorough cats dont last longAlias the donI leave it messy like Im joseph pesciDont fuck around, you ever test me and youll have to wet meIm ghetto fabulousThe mob crush the lord just, never be discussedWhen theres dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hushI rush club scenes like, "what? "Always carryin the bustThe reason why, these niggas that ruck aint had enoughI hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slapCuz otherwise you wouldnt quit that, to kidnapSo what Im sayin is, everybodys real within the gameAlias be the fame, so you dont know my name, nigga whatWhat yall v-aKnow about thisWhat yall in hampton, whatKnow about thisWhat yall in nomoKnow about thisWhat yll in chesapeakeKnow about thisBring it boySee I told yall motherfuckers that my clique roll deepAks and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps44s and calico, pretty ricky and lowThugs knowThe real on how I let shit goBut if its real, my niggas hold a forty and fillMass grills, body armor, niggas trained to killIm at the point of no return, so I let shells spillVinny rush, crazy jj and mush must chillAnd killa k and johnny hesh steady aimin that steelShits for real, my nigga p and mike might peelThey get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugsAnd set on top of niggas what lets straight wet the party upEsp was in the cut my rootin black, pull it upIs that enough? Yall niggas still fail to call my bluff? And yet I told you, when left back caint nobody knows youI suppose youWoulda kept your mouth closed like I told youWhat yall in v-aKnow about this- I told youWhat yall in nomo, whatKnow about this, what

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Bringin It

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