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2009专辑

  • 制作人 : Dame Grease
    母带工程师 : Eric Dan
    Uhh
    Hehehe
    I just got the **** off a plane
    6 car garage
    I got more than 1 job
    Be a boss, go hard
    Wake up smelling kush when I yawn
    Shorty wanna **** with the king, tired of them pawns
    Ain't on the top? Well thats nonsense
    Bank account full of G's so that's all you gon get
    TSA on my face so they don't trip
    Chain frost, big ***** that I'm with give me no lip
    We'd done touch M's now we on to billions
    Hard to explain how these new rugs feeling
    Blowing kush up in high ceiling's
    Having meetings at the crib, confidential dealings
    And I ain't gotta tell you who the realest is
    Thats my ***** spitta, foreign cooked chef
    And where the kitchen is
    Money straight where my business is
    And the girls **** with me
    So I'm always where the b*****s is
    Kid
    Ye Ye Ye Ye
    I see all the ***y mami's in here
    Hey, Ay wiz I smell you up here too
    Make sure you pass that kk to the DJ booth
    Aww s**t
    Here comes spitta on them gold BBS
    Yeah
    Yuh, Swung through gold BBS and the spoiler kit
    1986 slinging that s**t
    They want the family price on them bricks
    But I just had a son and I only love him
    So I ain't coming down on the price
    Ain't no where else you gon get s**t this nice
    Got c*****e white, airforce nikes
    Barclay swishes for all my b*****s
    Put hightop troops on all my shooters
    For the goose down jacket from the booster
    Shootouts on the roof, racing in them coupes
    She wore the Gucci frames with the door knocker hoops
    And the lying ************ tell you I ain't the truth
    Rich uncle come through
    Pop the truck, pull the duffel
    Lay the merchandise out, get the loot ************
    East side real *****, show ya how to hustle
    Outside put the ******* Chevrolet's on the bumper
    If it don't hop, ***** park that s**t
    That ain't no low rider, thats a rollin' imposter
    Put the stocks on fool, quit playing like you out here
    2009, all kind of high
    High fly handfuls on the moon trying to drive
    Its a stoned duo, solid gold jewel tho
    Kicked the **** out that game and now she won't go
    Ladies if you ain't go your own drinks
    You gotta get out the section
    You heard my man spitta
    Fellas, raise your glasses
    Tip your bartenders
    And make sure you take that ***** *****
    We bout to ride out
    Jet life, taylor gang
    Oh

  • [00:00.000] 制作人 : Dame Grease
    [00:01.000] 母带工程师 : Eric Dan
    [00:03.67]Uhh
    [00:06.95]Hehehe
    [00:09.68]I just got the **** off a plane
    [00:11.68]6 car garage
    [00:13.33]I got more than 1 job
    [00:15.35]Be a boss, go hard
    [00:16.60]Wake up smelling kush when I yawn
    [00:18.48]Shorty wanna **** with the king, tired of them pawns
    [00:21.58]Ain't on the top? Well thats nonsense
    [00:23.93]Bank account full of G's so that's all you gon get
    [00:26.40]TSA on my face so they don't trip
    [00:28.79]Chain frost, big ***** that I'm with give me no lip
    [00:31.82]We'd done touch M's now we on to billions
    [00:34.52]Hard to explain how these new rugs feeling
    [00:37.02]Blowing kush up in high ceiling's
    [00:38.97]Having meetings at the crib, confidential dealings
    [00:41.38]And I ain't gotta tell you who the realest is
    [00:43.84]Thats my ***** spitta, foreign cooked chef
    [00:46.01]And where the kitchen is
    [00:46.97]Money straight where my business is
    [00:48.63]And the girls **** with me
    [00:50.31]So I'm always where the b*****s is
    [00:51.94]Kid
    [00:52.73]Ye Ye Ye Ye
    [00:55.05]I see all the ***y mami's in here
    [00:57.01]Hey, Ay wiz I smell you up here too
    [01:00.63]Make sure you pass that kk to the DJ booth
    [01:03.13]Aww s**t
    [01:05.45]Here comes spitta on them gold BBS
    [01:07.81]Yeah
    [01:10.13]Yuh, Swung through gold BBS and the spoiler kit
    [01:14.62]1986 slinging that s**t
    [01:17.17]They want the family price on them bricks
    [01:19.62]But I just had a son and I only love him
    [01:22.26]So I ain't coming down on the price
    [01:24.18]Ain't no where else you gon get s**t this nice
    [01:27.25]Got c*****e white, airforce nikes
    [01:29.91]Barclay swishes for all my b*****s
    [01:32.09]Put hightop troops on all my shooters
    [01:34.65]For the goose down jacket from the booster
    [01:37.26]Shootouts on the roof, racing in them coupes
    [01:39.79]She wore the Gucci frames with the door knocker hoops
    [01:42.32]And the lying ************ tell you I ain't the truth
    [01:44.74]Rich uncle come through
    [01:45.88]Pop the truck, pull the duffel
    [01:47.17]Lay the merchandise out, get the loot ************
    [01:49.64]East side real *****, show ya how to hustle
    [01:52.18]Outside put the ******* Chevrolet's on the bumper
    [01:54.64]If it don't hop, ***** park that s**t
    [01:57.02]That ain't no low rider, thats a rollin' imposter
    [01:59.81]Put the stocks on fool, quit playing like you out here
    [02:02.29]2009, all kind of high
    [02:04.55]High fly handfuls on the moon trying to drive
    [02:07.22]Its a stoned duo, solid gold jewel tho
    [02:09.77]Kicked the **** out that game and now she won't go
    [02:14.46]Ladies if you ain't go your own drinks
    [02:16.05]You gotta get out the section
    [02:16.91]You heard my man spitta
    [02:18.55]Fellas, raise your glasses
    [02:20.83]Tip your bartenders
    [02:22.51]And make sure you take that ***** *****
    [02:25.06]We bout to ride out
    [02:27.24]Jet life, taylor gang
    [02:31.80]Oh
    [02:33.27]