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Three 6 Mafia Feat. Pimp C & Project Pat - Текст песни I Got
Three 6 Mafia
Put your money where your mouth is boy
If you really wanna do somethinâ
Get the fuck up
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I'm ridinâ tall on 24's, spittinâ game out to the hoes
With my windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost
My home painted white on white, inside leather white on white
Chiefinâ, drankinâ up all night, ballinâ out, yeah that's the life
Ladies wanna roll with me, blow a bag of dro with me
Party to the crack of dawn, when I'm down in yo' city
I'm all about this pimpinâ, when it comes to women
Get some head while drive mayne, oh what a feelinâ
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
Here I am, here I am so fresh, so, so clean
Off in the club, aw shit, I see I blew the hoe's brain
Befo' I came, I say I blew a whole thing
Clean as a dollar off in my black on black Impala
The Don Dada is what they call me overseas
But over here I should say I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee
Rap is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape
What it take I say I been hard since first mix-tapeThree 6 Mafia Feat. Pimp C & Project Pat - I Got - http://ru.motolyrics.com/three-6-mafia-feat-pimp-c-and-project-pat/i-got-lyrics.html
Face get your G's up, way, way up to my level
Higher than the clouds where my daddy rests in Heaven
But on another note I'm so stylish I changed the name
I surpassed clean, like a baby I'm clean, clean
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
Ay let me tell you niggaz somethinâ
Let me tell you somethinâ nigga
That paper is like trash, nigga
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
That paper is like trash nigga
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
We got big rims, big cars, big guap, ghetto stars
In the hood, gettinâ rich, gettinâ it, livinâ large
Sellinâ white, sellinâ pills, sellinâ crystal meth, meth
Sellinâ D's, sellinâ speed 'til there's nothinâ left, left
Fresh clothes, pullinâ hoes, get my roll on, roll on
Phone ringinâ off the hook, bitch hold on, hold on
I got a brand new woofer, put some more hoes on
So I can hit the club, strip and get chose on
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
