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Les paroles de Imaginary Player
| | | Artiste: | Jay-Z |
| | Album: | In My Lifetime Vol. 1 | | Titre: | Imaginary Player | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 109 fois | | | | Paroles: | Yeah
I mean like
I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit you know
I was
popping that Cristal
when all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit you know
Wearing that platinum shit
when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit
I
got to be the pioneer of this shit
Bottom line
I'm going to show you how to do it
Check it
Verse One:
I spit that other shit
That's the
nice motherfucker shit
Fed time follow me around, deed cover shit nigga
You beer
money, I'm all year money
I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money
I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money
Knocked up, marked up, fucked up
in the game money
I got bail money, XXL money
You got flash now, one time we'll
reveal money
I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit
That down South
Master P, Bout It Bout It shit
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That brown
paper bag under your mattress drug money
You got show dough, little to no dough
Sell
a bunch of records and you still owe dough
I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough
You
crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo
Chorus: (4x)
Imaginary Players
Verse Two:
And now you got these young cats acting
like they slung cats
All in they dumb rap, talking about how they fun stacks
When I
see them in the street, I don't see none of that
Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer
at?
Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Those ain't rolex
diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?
Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me
Selling records, being you but still you want to be me
I guess for every buck you
make it's like a hundred for me
And still you running around thinking you got something on
me
But I done did it
And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it
That's
cool, I was the first one with it
Original, jiggas the future flow digital
Still
busting a gat when she gets critical
Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused
I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose
Chorus
Verse
Three:
Groupies I leave them all fucked
Niggas - all struck
Your
single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks
Last year, when niggas thought it was all up
But this year I've done it again, jigga!
What the fuck
Nigga stop whining, jigga,
still shining
Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace,
ain't nothing sweet
I'll still throw tree in your body, flea in the party
Y'all
can't go with me, nope, flow with me
Bad bitches, idolicy, I boss them though with me
I flow like the 5 series, inverious earious
And blow holes in your weak niggas
theories
It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game
You bought a 4.0 you better
get your change
Ain't no platinum in those cardiarres, switch your frame
Ain't no
manicures on board, then switch your plane
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