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The Notorious B.I.G.( ノトーリアス・B.I.G. )
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Get Money
作詞:Roy Ayers, James Bedford, Kimberly Jones, Sylvia Striplin, Christopher Wallace
Fuck bitches, get money, fuck niggaz, get money Fuck bitches, get money, fuck niggaz, get money Fuck bitches, get money, fuck niggaz, get money
You wanna sip mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, 'Poppa not home' Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on tittie sayin' B I G, now check it You wanna be my main squeeze baby Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think Full length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say you's the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper? My Moscino hoe, my Versace hottie Come to find out, you was fuckin' everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID, cases in Virginia, body in D.C. Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin' Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin' Lick in the door, wavin' the four-four All you heard was, 'Poppa don't hit me no more'
Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial Fuck around and made her milk box material You feel me suckin' dick, runnin' your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uh
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Niggaz, betta grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killin' than the stick up jerks Or rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit get my feelings in it Get me open while I'm commin' down your throat
Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga Don'tcha wanna see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the air You get vexed and start swingin' everywhere Me shifty, now you wanna pistol whip me Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine
Yeah, what nigga, I ain't got time for this So what nigga I'm not tryin to hear that shit Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots Things that make up, for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards, sayin', 'I apologize'
Is you wit me, how could you ever deceive me But pay back's a bitch motherfucker, believe me Naw, I ain't gay this ain't no lesbo flow Just a lil' somethin', to let you motherfuckers know
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