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Les paroles de Bout My Money
| | | Artiste: | Trick Daddy |
| | Album: | Book Of Thugs: Chapter A.K., Verse 47 | | Titre: | Bout My Money | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 59 fois | | | | Paroles: | [Trick Daddy]
Let's see, what to do today?
Fuck that I'm goin to get my money
This one in a.. Thuggin memory
That thug nigga
Hollywood nigga
I did this one in that
nigga name
Hollywood nigga, yall remember that mutha fuckin name
This bout that
mutha fuckin money
NIGGA!!!!!!
To kill for cocaine and get a nigga killed
And a
banana peel will get his whole hide flipped
He's bringin danger to the life of his home
boy's
You can see the moon, but don't let him go alone boy
Bout my money, we goin to bump
heads and it wont be long
That's why I got two choppers, one for the car, and one for the
home
Got extra grip for when they hold on
Nextel, instead of these dial tones
and
quarter game for these old tapped ass cell phones
And new back bone for my new dread homes
You aint been outta jail long, but nigga you dead wrong
Bout my money, nigga you shouldn't a
played wit it
You're goin to remember the day when this A.K hit ya.
[Chorus:]
Bout my money
That shit there aint nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when
it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
When I ask
about my mutha fuckin money
That shit there aint nothin funny
Don't start duckin and
runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
Have my mutha fuckin money
[Trick Daddy]
I read in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K
Verse 47
And it tells me all thugs niggas go to heaven
But between the lines of verses 48
and 9
Is what ya thug nigga's, drug dealin and doin time
But verse 100, talks bout my
money
Say's its full of blood so all memphis is funny
But nigga I don't want to hold your
gold
I just want to free your soul
And be found somewhere in public when all this shit
unfolds
I done gave ya two bricks, and you aint gave me back shit
You runnin around in
your new bubble lights
When verse sit lookin sick
I aint here to hold ur sing, I just want
my cream
and you can keep your little watch and ring that go bling bling
[Chorus]
[Trick Daddy]
Now all this huffin and puffin
aint goin to get you
young fuck nigga's nothin
But a shit bag and bullet holes through your bloody clothes
Out
of all the nigga's you mutha fuckin know
I should have been the last nigga you want to
muthafuckin know
I'll meet ya at your front door, and im bringin my calico
Nigga if u aint
got my flow ur ass gotta go
We'll get you mammy and all and layin em down on the front room
floor
Bout to do em all cuz I done have problems bout all this shit unfolden
Bout my
money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it
Now this nigga I owe is goin to be the next
nigga to go
I only got 20 G's, and I owe 'em 84
It ain't my muthafuckin fault, I'm short
bout 64
This nigga aint goin to fuck me no more
[Trick talking]
[Chorus] | | | |
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