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Дата випуску: 27.08.2012
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Spell My Name Right |
2 triple O\nSole'\nS, uh\nO, ah\nL, yeah\nE, accent\nS, yeah\nO, uh\nL, yeah\nE, accent\nUgh, it’s the brown cocomo mama\nCall shots, 12 room yachts\nCruisin' the Bahamas, Pocahontas\nStrictly out for dollas\nSole' serve it up hot like Benny Hanas\nYou’s a TV dinner, gots to come hard\nYou seein' me nigga\nWanna freak me, eat me, can’t treat me nigga?\nNo answer, you besta be on your way, uh\nMoney tossed and you got nothin' to say, yeah\nRound the way in the SLK\nSittin' on 20 inches, get money, fuck niggas\nStack flows, got cats with cash flows and dough\nAll night in the flow, tight\nAnother pretty face that you bet' know\nI’m the illest Cherokee to ever slap a ho\nI drop four in your dough, your hard-on?\nGet it straight\nYou can’t fuck around on your best date\nNow what the deal?\nGet your money and your life right\nIt’s a cost to be boss, get the price right\nPlayas hold it down, then keep ya game tight\nSay what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh\nCashin' chips in, all best down, in the Lex now\nDecked out, make 'em sweat now\nNever let down, precede caution\nHad it with flossers, sworn a stinkin' nigga, toss it\nSoon as they saw it, shit nigga\nI ain’t no freak ho, I ain’t no duck ho\nI ain’t no «took me out to eat so we gon' fuck"ho\nFUCK NO! I’m a look-but-don't-touch ho\nThe baddest, one shot of? fire cabbage\nThe maddest, the ill flow paterant\nIn and out the pocket, write it down, 16 drop it\nMake a mil when the pants fill\nI step it up, when I talk I back it up\nI put that out there\nIn case you bitches start actin' up like y’all fit for action\nCut the mics off and we can get to bitch bashin'\nIf not, stop talkin', then start walkin'\nCuz real niggas out here like talkin'\nYou little girls is childs play, I bring it to your man\nSole' got it locked from the block to Sound-Scan\nFuck his tummy up, stay off us, ya hear\nRed Zone gon' show y’all how to ball this year\nI’m big like bottles of Crys and foreign whips\nI’m more like more street bombs and stock tips\nBigger than your fox and your bricks\nI’m more like Vegas, bet a hundred dollas, got the red chips\nIf you call me a ho, you better say «Miss Ho»\nWe can get it on rat scraps or the pistol\nIf you call me a bitch, you better say «Rich Bitch»\nCuz can’t NAN HO fuck with this!\nSo what you want nigga?\nS, uh\nO, ah\nL, yeah\nE, accent\nS, yeah\nO, uh\nL, yeah\nE, accent\nS, uh\nO, ah\nL, yeah\nE, accent\nS, yeah\nO, uh\nL, yeah\nE, accent |