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Utwór: We Got It

  • wykonawca: Cam'Ron
  • album: Confessions Of Fire
  • wyświetleń: 1367

Uh, check it, check it
  Aiyo, it's very rare that you see me an Lanson
  In a club, with bub, partyin, we dancin
  If so, it's Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson
  All leathered out in a Harley or a Vanson
  Now I ain''t dissin chicks
  But I ain't trickin shit
  That's Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips
  That's right exotic and we live it
  But jus cause I got it
  Don't mean you can get it
  Now I take them black, nasty, redbone, beautiful
  Jus brush your teeth for me, that's suitable
  Don't care about your toes or your cuticles
  First we lie then work them thighs
  It's a one night stand, not to hurt your pride
  But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the lies
  And tell your man chill
  He don't deserve to die
  Plus the nigga probably ain't circumcised
    [Chorus]
  [Mase]
  Oh every beat we make, we make hot
  And every watch we got, got rocks
  And every car we got, we got dropped
  And every glock we got, we keep cocked
  To all the charts you on, we on top
  And every house you own, we jus copped
  And all the bank you got, we got stock
  And every chick you wit, we jus hit
    Check it out
  Yo, I'm the same cat that you see in all places
  Got a mil in hundreds and it's all small faces
  Old school money, uh huh, we got access
  What you get a year, we spend that on taxes
  We don't talk to niggas, we jus wait for faxes
  End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash
  Leave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash
  Nigga like me been a vet since the past
  Who out here don't feel I'm lockin it yet
  Video time, no props on the set
  If you see a car that's my drop on the set
  If you see jewels thats the rocks on my neck
  And if a club scene really pop to be wet
  We jus bought a chopper, you coppin Bigets
  If you feel different, I'm stoppin the bet
  You rockin a vet while we hop on a jet
    [Chorus]
    Hey pretty mama come wit me
  If you think your a nasty girl
  Your man had you livin in a fantasy
  But it's really Cam'Ron's world
  Meet me at the door about a quarter to four
  And bring four more girls (bring em all)
  My mans outside in the parking lot
  With the six chromed out in pearl
  And yo, you know my style when we creepin too
  Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you
  Well say your wit Lexis, with the Lexus
  God damn yo, I just missed the exit
  I''m kinda tipsy, I dont want to wreck shit
  And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit
  Just wanna know if we can get breakfast
  Then go to the telly for some sex shit
    [Chorus 2X]
  

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