Текст песни Young Bleed f Too $hort - My Own, слова песни Young Bleed f Too $hort

Текст песни Young Bleed f Too $hort - My Own

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(Young Bleed)See, we can make it happen and keep em jumpin like jacksIf ya know that`s a nigga aphrodesiacNigga, where the geez be at?You can catch me chillin steady feelin` like what what whatY`all niggas get the feelin` huhWillin` and able to snatch the money off the table and keep bailin` and hailin` them twigs, nigga ain`t no tellin` Steady hustlin` high it`s do or die for a hustlaDo your thing remain same and loyal customersPack your things with mufflers and watch yo backIt`s like that, we gon` ice thatBut if they strike back is you ready for me?Better be, some hoes will never beSlippin` in this game, nigga never meNigga, don`t give a fuck if ya biggerThe zag zipper got it off the hookKnow the bitches, no look haters don`t wanna crumble the crookLeave em shook, keep flippin` emSee that`s the past time, but nigga, your boys follow me, I`m gonna blast mineNigga huh, nigga whatChorus: Young Bleed (repeat 2X)Time is money, money is time, that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, call it a crime, that`s the life of a hustla, anything in my way, I"m comin` for your jugular(*Too Short says "Bitch!" throughout repeat*) (Too $hort)Now where you think you goin` bitch, I ain`t through with youI ain`t seen no other hoes I wanna do it togot you hella drunk, so I might as well keep youtake you to a hotel and freak you bitchShort Dogg gettin` at that ass I stripped her butt naked then I tapped that assI could tell the way she dance, she like to fuckGotta get her out the pants, I like em upPunk bitches stare, they can`t compare to youThese fake hoes don`t know what real players do, bitchI popped in the nudey tape, bitchI love the way the booty shakesSo when I hit it from the backside say oh shitGotta get it like that while I stroke the clitRoll a big fat join start smokin` itCuz I`m a real ass nigga I ain`t jokin` Bitch, bitch, bitch, BEOTCHChorus: Too $hortTime is money, money is time, that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, call it a crime, that`s the life of a hustla, and if ya get in my way, you gettin` fucked up BITCH(Young Bleed)Lookin` at the sunshine and it`s about that timeFo a nigga like me to get down for mineFrom the heavens to the clouds, for the sky to the earth, Breakin` dirtfor whatever it`s worthYou know, gotta take it slow though People gonna wanna take my photoYou don`t know though, that`s why I stay soloHounded like a mad man, kickin` up dust Ready to bust on whoever wanna get in my wayNo more discussion, what`s the repercussion?When it really don`t matter, niggas get shattered dreams, when they see the buckshots scatterSave the chatter for the mama, you ain`t bout no dramaI can see it in ya eyes, your just another numberWelcome to the world of the hustlas, playas, and pimpsWhere if it don`t make dollars, then it don`t make senseThat`s evidence, I touched the game and no left no fingerprintsAnd dug up the grave of slaves, flippin` dead presidents, ya heard meChorus: Young Bleed (solo 2X)(Young Bleed)Young Bleed, Too Short, 99, know what I`m sayin, one time nigga

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