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t.i. - bugatti 2013 كلمات الأغنية

we the motherf-ckin best n-gg-
remix motherf-cker!
ace hood!
this the remix! i come looking for you with haitians
i stay smoking on good jamaican
i f-ck b-tches from different races
you get money they started hating
(turn up!)
i woke up in a new bugatti (remix!)
i woke up in a new bugatti (remix!)
i woke up in a new bugatti (remix!)
i woke up in a new bugatti (remix!)
i woke up in a new bugatti (remix!) i woke up in a new bugatti
tats all over my body
gettin’ real money, n-gg-s still hatin’ on me
man y’all need a new hobby
or they won’t talk to me, what they gon’ say?
i ball, you a waterboy, bobby boucher
on top, toupée, y’all n-gg-s fruitcakes
i don’t really play games but i keep 2 k’s
dam, mr. hood why you do ’em like that?
pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
couple weeks old, “bugatti” done went gold
you ain’t even know, i deserve that plaque
we the best, runnin’ every summer in fact
july 16th i’m bringin’ the real back
broward! p-ssy i woke up in a new bugatti hold up, double m back in this b-tch
walk in the club with a mac on my hip
diamonds look like n-gg-s be snappin a flick
ballin’ i blow fifty racks in the vip
i back in the whip, maybach with your b-tch
a new mussolini in back of the six
i’m sh-ttin’ on rappers, these rappers is sick
cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain’t get
cause we crackin’ them bricks and i package the zip
and i’m switchin’ my flow, i spit crack in this b-tch
and i been hit your ho, now she back on my d-ck
but i get to the dough and get back at your b-tch
like hollup, i woke up in c–n new ferrari
with all my motherf-ckin’ jewelry on me
new aston martin plus a rolls royce
and a new ferrari, that’s a new bugatti and it’s paid for n-gg-
got racks, stack ’em up like lego n-gg-
i’m a motherf-ckin’ g, i don’t play with no n-gg-
multi-millionaire self-made ho n-gg-
h-u-s-t-l-e gang
for that, in god we trust, we bang
i’m the new john gotti in a new bugatti
i got a few young hotties wanna get sh-t poppin’
right, put it in the light
n-gg- got ice but it don’t look right
if a n-gg- buy a brick and it don’t cook right
i’ll whip that sh-t for a rack, sit tight
i got a bag full of tools and some yay to move
and all i want is money, leave the fame to you
i graduated out of gladiator school
so all i know is go like i’m trained to do
right now, turn my mazy pedal to the metal i’m ashin’ out
i let the top down in my phantom drop
blowin’, i’m high as an astronaut
when you see me, i’m cashin’ out
walked into mercedes bought half the lot
you keep carrying on, you getting carried out
cause i don’t take -ss whoopins, just p-ss ‘em out
is this worth getting blasted about?
no forreal, is it worth getting blasted about? money conversation
get so high, i be scr-pin’
got my eyes like a asian
in my ride, like i’m racin’
in the sky, like a plane
it’s gang or die
ain’t no lames up in my circle
ain’t no ho sh-t in my eyes
throwin’ money in the air
poppin’ bands and let it fly
where i’m from, you come up short
pull that thing and let it fly
you know me, blow so much dank, think i’m marley
got so much ink on my body
brought so much drink to the party
i fell asleep and woke up in a new bugatti fresh, whips
candy on that money dip
five hundred, i’m hood rich
put in work, did a hundred flips
been about them mansions
stunna island, we packin’
rich gang, we uptown
n-gg- hardbody and mackin’
tool on that back, n-gg-
money and that power
mansion on that beach, n-gg-
blood red bugatti
versace on my b-tch, n-gg-
blow a mil’ like it’s a dollar
stunt woke up with the crown n-gg-
serving bobby brown n-gg-
started from the bottom now it’s carter, nino brown n-gg-
take my spot n-gg- never will
now i know how ‘melo feel
we both shooters from new york
but i shown n-gg- how the metal feel
fidel castro with them cuban links
with mark cuban where them cubans link
excuse my french n-gg-, no france
hottest new n-gg-s in ten years
c-ke boy deal like ten m’s
dj khaled up in there flow hot as the mojave, gimme that sloppy sh-t
all on my car stick, give her some hundreds she did
like this, i’mma say this
f-ck it, i’ll say it
if you got good p-ssy you should always have your rent paid
choke on some bands if i’m not mistaken
add up my outfit, fashion statement
this the school of hard knocks, graduation i’m sick of y’all n-gg-s all talkin’ crazy
hottest n-gg- spittin’ and they can’t debate it
i didn’t really know 2pac or big
but know the beast within’ll reincarnate ’em
f-ck underrated, i’m constipated
i’m sh-ttin’ on ’em, f-ck toilet paper
you’re now tuned into the f-ckin’ greatest
ace hood, congratulations
say name one n-gg- that’s rockin’ with him
flow like a hundred round choppa n-gg-
made a way out of the jungle
and now they in trouble, i used to be humble as sh-t
recently flooded my neck and my wrist
tell all them critics to suck on the d-ck
n-gg-

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