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choshane the bling boy - bling boysz كلمات أغنية

ok. now, this is just the beginning of a motherf_cking rap cause i kept my mouth closed for too long. talk to ’em

i done kept it real from the jump, n_gga
took a lot of sh_t and kept my mouth closed
just know you’re playing with the right one
f_ck around and k!ll your whole household
ever since a n_gga dropped out and slept on
old ass rappers like some dope that was stepped on
put a topic on the table, see who really merkin’
and check these n_ggas pockets, see who really hurtin’
n_ggas love to flex, but be dumb as a b_tch
put him on the spot and make him read, watch how he stutterin’ sh_t
your favorite rapper talk that trap sh_t, but never speak numbers
now that’s the sh_t that raise a red flag and make a n_gga wonder

aye it’s the sixth man, i feel like manu ginóbili
i put a show on for the fans like i’m playing at the garden
put two and two together, now you tell me who should be starting
i’m not a rapper, i just took a break from hooping
right now, i’m getting paid to talk sh_t and f_ck the groupies
while them same hating n_ggas somewhere looking goofy
me while i’m busy getting rich and gaining weight
hundred dollar plates, eating for the times we never ate
with some b_tches on the way and umbrellas in my drink
getting [?] and my hair [?], n_gga(aye) pull up in a fisker
in some house shoes and some sweats
extra ones for the strippers
watch me throw em’ on her flesh
n_gga i’m a pimp
i’ve got hoes like johnny depp
on the count of three
watch me take off like a jet, like
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
n_gga i’m a pimp
i’ve got hoes like johnny depp
ain’t no need to take my pic
like uno, dos, tres
(aye) pull up in that fisker
drop the top like rossy reynolds
i’ve got bad b_tches with me
popping molly like they’re skittles
extra ones for the strippers
watch me throw em’ on her knickers
word on the street, you’re a rat like stuart little
rich n_gga pull up in some debo house shoes and some sweats
black tee, bank roll
and some new designer specs
these cavalli young n_gga
ain’t no motherf_cking guess
n_gga i’m a pimp, i’ve got hoes like johnny depp
on the count of three
watch your b_tch leave here with me
half a bird for a feature
want a verse? pay the fee
you ain’t getting money, lil’ n_gga, don’t you even speak
young n_gga, old money in a new 2k14

(aye) pull up in a fisker
in some house shoes and some sweats
extra ones for the strippers
watch me throw em’ on her flesh
n_gga i’m a pimp
i’ve got hoes like johnny depp
on the count of three
watch me take off like a jet, like
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
n_gga i’m a pimp
i’ve got hoes like johnny depp
ain’t no need to take my pic
like uno, dos, tres
extra ones for the strippers
watch me throw em’ on her coochie
these is louis, young n_gga
ain’t no motherf_ckin’ coogi
aw, maynes a’int the same
prices, country_ass trueys
in a mulsanne, switchin’ lanes
whippin it like a dually
this a foreign, not a honda
in your club, with some contraband (drugs!)
all my n_ggas rich, take the money, make a fan
far from broke, f_ck is you sayin’
pull up like the ku klux klan
momma said i’m looking sleepy
that’s cus i’ve been popping xans
young n_gga running with a bankroll
paint a whole face like makeove [r]
chasin’ that cat tryna get to the gold
like the end of the muf_ckin’ rainbow
i got cash on my mind like a tumor
i’m on point like my name freddy kruger
chanel belt matching my pumas
you know i’m plugged with the k!llers and the boosters (que!)

these n_ggas salty and they know i know it (f_ck ’em)
be pillow talking but they don’t know i know it (yea n_gga yo b_tch told me)
be sneak dissin’ and they don’t know i know it (yeen even know it)
but i don’t give a sh_t cause i’m young and rich and i know they know it
n_ggas talk sh_t like hoes, n_ggas that’s supposed to be bros
they said b_tches ain’t loyal, nah n_ggas ain’t loyal
they be quick to switch up like clothes
it ain’t the n_gga with money that change, (watchu mean) it’s the people that’s around him
when you down, n_ggas never hit you up
but when you up, n_ggas always wanna down ya (what these n_ggas love doin’)
n_ggas love to talk cash sh_t when they really broke (knowin’ d_mn well)
always actin’ like they got it but they know they don’t (i know the truth)
love to flex for these b_tches, can’t lift a weight (can’t lift a weight)
swearin’ up and down that they’ll bust, but won’t bust a grape (nope)

n_ggas be hatin’ hard and they know i know it (you know i know it)
be leasing cars and they don’t know i know it (yeen think i knew huh?)
be wifin’ b_tches that they know they hoes even though they know it (and they know it)
buying fake gold and they don’t even know it
same n_ggas supposed to be ya dog, be they same n_gga actin’ like a fraud
always pushing that loyal sh_t but turn around tryna talk to ya broad
always pushing that real sh_t but they’ll snitch before they take that charge
i don’t trust these n_ggas, man what’s up with these n_ggas
f_ck these n_ggas, we ball (f_ck ’em)
n_ggas always wanna hit the club and wanna get in free (always)
always wanna valet when they sh_t on e (knowin’ d_mn well)
n_ggas always wanna try and compete (and what happens?)
and always end up going broke tryna sh_t on me

n_gga flexin’ but i know you p_ssy
hatin’ on me but i know you lookin’
acting like a b_tch, know you shouldn’t
i wish you would but i know you wouldn’t
f_ck all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all, what?
f_ck all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all y’all
f_ck y’all
i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems
i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems
i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems
i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems

[que:]
if i keep sh_ttin’ on you, i apologize
n_ggas ain’t eatin’ like its ramadan
b_tches in my entourage, all flavors like häagen_dazs
hit you with the carbine 9 if you play with the parmesan
ballin’ so hard jump the scrimmage line
closet like a mothaf_ckin’ finish line
garage open, sh_t look like a enterprise
rich n_gga still eatin’ noodles when its dinner time
i just found a 100 in my pants pocket
never carry cash cause it don’t fit in my d_mn wallet
got an “f” in school, but i made an “a” for flashy
whatchu make a year, that’s what i gotta pay for taxes
i got problems you don’t got
my b_tches keep b_tchin’ to me bout some botox
they like to pop up on a n_gga like jackbox
i gotta swap and pay rent on like four spots

[2 chainz:]
i don’t know which rollie i’m gonna wear
ain’t no real n_ggas over their
i be ridin’ in a vert in a thunderstorm with a b_tch with long hair
walk in giuseppe’s, i got four pair
i’m on the drugs gave her dope sausage
just a young n_gga beatin’ dope charges
switchin’ time zones, i need four watches
she suck it so long she need a throat lozenge
foot on the wood during all star
mailbox so far i need a golf cart
crib so big its like wal_mart
yard so big its like a ballpark
you know they call target “target”
n_gga don’t get in my way
don’t be my “target”
f_f_fire shots at your ball fade
and she is so wet she’s a mermaid
truuu!

i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems
i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems
i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems
i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems
i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems
i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems
i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems
i got rich n_gga problems, i got rich n_gga problems

- choshane the bling boy

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