Mystikal Feat. Birdman & Lil Wayne - Original (CDQ & NoShout) | Текст песни

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• Mystikal Feat. Birdman & Lil Wayne
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Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
Head huntin’, price on a nigga tab
Hit ‘em up, for playing with a nigga male

Uh, aint it crazy how shit be
Thats why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the drum
Thats percussion
I just popped a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthaf-cking red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her baby I’m a thrash her
We kissed, I lit her ass up then I ashed her
No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen
Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car
My Mary in a jar
I’m food, I let the haters add a little salt
Thats cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the bitches I’ve f-cked, and all my niggas that died


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