Akon - Whole Lot (CDQ) | Текст песни

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• Whole Lot (CDQ)

(Hook)
This life that i live can cost you a whole lot
You can come get a brick, this could cost you a whole lot
The designer I'm in, they cost me a whole lot
You don't know what it is, it just cost me a whole lot
I don't buy a car, I go by the whole lot
I don't trip on no broad, cuz I got a whole lot
If we're talking respect, then I got a whole lot
I done ran up a check, now I got a whole lot
Dig get ain't real, cuz the life that I live
It'll cost yo ass a whole lot
You know what it is, nigga say you want a brick
It'll cost yo ass a whole lot
Nah, I don't buy a car, nigga, I go by the whole lot
Why would I trip on no broad, when I got a whole lot?
Whole lot, whole lot, boy I got a whole lot
Whole lot, whole lot, me, I got a whole lot
Whole lot, whole lot, yeah I got a whole lot
Whole lot, whole lot, whole lotta bitches and a whole lotta money

(Verse)
Raw nigga in the bill spot
Shaq-ed up with the dough locked
In the kitchen, I was steady slow top
Skeet skeet, try it with me, wipe a whole block
Look, momma, now a nigga run a whole block
All day till the dope came
Look, a live nigga talkin' these girls what
I deserve a knot piece and a gold chain
Whachya lookin' at? What the fuck is you lookin' at?!
Nigga, I'm lookin' like money, my nigga, you lookin' back
I been stuntin' on yo bitch, but I swear I don't want 'er
She don't even know me, but she gon' blow me, just like marijuana
I live my life like a stoner, sippin' so much grenadine that I might need a doughnut
Yo bitch done gave me a bonner, but why she all on me?
She want me, I swear I don't want her
She said I got a whole lotta d, whole lotta d, whole lotta dick
I told her suck it a whole lotta spit, whole lotta spit, whole lotta spit

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Solo Lucci)
I got a whole lotta money, whole lotta honey
Whole lotta this, whole lotta that
I got a whole lotta swag, so I got a whole lotta hoe
With a whole lotta ass
I done took it with the bad, got a whole lotta cake
Young nigga don't know how to ask
I got a whole lotta gear, young nigga pressin' dead
Back and stick him in a body bag
I could do some tricks ova this stove top
And you can bring the Henny with the soda
Skeet skeet! I'm just tryna get some more bus
Fuck around and wipped me up a Rover
Get reckless in 'em Rarries, we play in 'em Porsches
Look how loaded, it's like a ranch with all these fuckin' horses
Got a Coupe then light the roof so I had to divorce it
Man, I'm killin' these niggas, this shit here is torture
Hoooh! Hoooh!

(Hook)

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