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clipse - door man كلمات الأغنية

[chorus:]
hey doorman, tell’em line up the cris, i put my money on the roof and crush this b-tch, you n-gg-s keep wavin’ them wrists, i put my money on the roof and crush this b-tch, ye ain’t got money like this, i put my money on the roof and crush this b-tch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, i put my money on the roof and crush this b-tch, sing it n-gg-s, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain’t got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, i just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain’t seen paper like this n-gg-.

[verse 1:]
every all star, every cancun, every holiday south beach in full bloom, thousand dollar suites white sheets, white rooms, i got a bright future neck like a full moon, buy what we want, spend what they want, young , rich, hot n-gg-, everything she wants, triple beams scales got me under deep spells, kiss my forehead, momma knows i mean well, cocaine bought me everything i ever had, and i ain’t neva been scared that’s been my very last, cause i can get it back, watch me get it back, last 2 o 10 bricks, sh-t i’m cookin’ that.

[verse 2:]
my life’s too real to be a psa, the million in the ceiling is for a rainy day, i cut it than whip her like she annie mae, praise god i escaped by his amazin’ grace, nah neva was i savin’ face, some family ties aren’t possible to break, the almighty judge only he can save me, don’t cry for us now just pray for our babies, mercedes 5 with the open roof, miami hot rods and the ocean view, the tell tale signs that expose the truth, lil’ w-lly rat king this one’s for you.

[verse 3:]
we get it in a flash like paparazzi, cars, crib, everything big body, big charm, hangi’ from my big chain, swing side to side feelin’ like i’m t-pain, pull up to the crib b-tch think she seein’ thangs, make a hundred stacks blow it like it’s pocket change.

[verse 4:]
if the good die young, than the greats go to jail, i miss my tony hope you snitches burn in h-ll, kiss and tell with sales on us ballers, all because them two doors comin’ with big spoilers, all because them b-tches is actin’ like they jallers (?), and we don’t count money we way it like fish orders.

chorus:
hey doorman, tell’em line up the cris, i put my money on the roof and crush this b-tch, you n-gg-s keep wavin’ them wrists, i put my money on the roof and crush this b-tch, ye ain’t got money like this, i put my money on the roof and crush this b-tch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, i put my money on the roof and crush this b-tch, sing it n-gg-s, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain’t got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, i just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain’t seen paper like this n-gg-.

writer: williams, pharrell l / th-rnton jr, gene elliott / th-rnton, terrence le varr
lyrics © emi music publishing, songs music publishing

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