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big l - platinum plus (original riverside mix) كلمات الأغنية

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[verse 1: c-town]
i be that harlem world party pleaser
you might catch me on one-three-nine sippin’ a bacardi breezer
that’s where i rest at, k!llin’ tracks is what i’m best at
jealousy? i expect that, i don’t stress that
i want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that i can scheme on
treat her nice, take her out, and trick some cream on
tv screens all over the u.s. i’m seen on
it ain’t all about me, i’m tryin’ to put my team on
‘casue it’s good to have a crew to lean on, mics i fiend on
you think you can do it like this? dream on
i’ma chrome my rims and ice my chain
fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame

[verse 2: big l]
yo, f-ck all the glamours and glitz, son i plan to get rich
i’m from new york and never was a fan of the knicks
and i’m all about expandin’ my chips
you mad cause i was in the van with your b-tch
with both hands on her t-ts
corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
i got style, plus the way that i be flowin is sharp
a while back i used to hustle, sellin’ blow in the park
countin g stacks and rockin’ ice that glow in the dark
forever – hottie huntin’, trigger temper i’m quick to body somethin’
you lookin at me like i’m probably frontin’
i f-ck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
i’m, older and smarter this is me at my best
and i stopped hangin’ around y’all, cause n-ggas like you
be prayin’ on my downfall, hopin i flop
hopin’ i stop, you probably even hope i get locked
or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin’ the rock
i got more riches than you, f-ck more b-tches than you
only thing i haven’t got is more, st-tches than you
f-ckin’ punk, you ain’t a leader what? n0body followed you
you was never sh-t, your mother shoulda swallowed you

[hook: big l]
ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush
only hot tracks we l-st, crazy stacks we clutch
we need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus
cause half of you n-ggas that’s rappin’ now is wack to us
ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush
only hot tracks we l-st, crazy stacks we clutch
we need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus
cause half of you n-ggas that’s rappin’ now is wack to us

[verse 3: c-town]
i stay sweatin’ out a b-tch perm
i love it when the girl -ss is fat, and they t-ts firm
i take all the dough my chicks earn
i watched corleone do it, now it’s chris turn
a hoodlum like fishburne
act illy, get smacked silly with the mac milli’
you see me on mtv and rap city
keep frontin’ i’ma step out, mask on with the tec out
squeeze shots and make you check out

[verse 4: big l]
and if you think i can’t f-ck with whoever, put your money up
put your jewels up, f-ck it put your honey up
put your raggedy house up n-gga, or shut your mouth up
before i buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
turn your tux red, i’m far from broke, i got enough bread
and mad hoes, ask beavis i get nuttin b-tt-head
while i’m tourin’ countries, you on the block poutin’
i done f-cked so many hoes, after two-thou’ i stopped countin’

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- big l

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