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ビッグ・ショーン( Big Sean )
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All Night (feat. Mr.Bentley)
Forget the sign, here come the wine He swing away, I knuckle up Been in the clutch, he drive a stick No not bat, you missed that I'm not in fifth gear, switch Six Bent, chopped and screwed I ain't talking 'bout the beat, I'm talkin' 'bout my suit Keep four hand not like bi-fon-du When I move they tellin' me they lovin' my colors All that talkin' 'bout the clothes, I'm talking about the under Huh, ground sonic kings I rap while pimped with a wease My audemar maid bring me green tea Tell ---- I massage her feet And she love me long time, my woman stay on her knees Use the head for prayer only --- to say thank you And now you know for sure that I'm not like you --- uh watch out, ------ You can't catch a fish unless you got the right bait And though I have a stable with the best milkshakes The booty pass, from Aldehyde Abstinent like ebony in fashion league, why? we different You complain that there's not enough metaphors I complain that there's not enough candy for us We got different tastes You get hot when you're not gettin' enough green Uhh, some more collard greens? I got enough pepper sauce You hear things and let 'em go over your head I write 'em down and Google 'em before I go to bed 'nough said, pays the parallel park, rim brand Let the driver take a day, Big Sean got the big Benz instead Yeah, and if you got all that, the result tab ----- red Here come the pig (seats!) and pose up And tell 'em that we goin' all night もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Cause we know what you like Bentley know what you like Big Sean know what you like 88 know what you like So tell 'em that we goin' all night, alright? I miss Cherie Amore I see Won't you come be my Cherie Amore for me Wi Wi, baby I can make it better for we She got that baby phat fat, not Kimora Lee (Yeesh) I used to be underground like the pipeline Now I'm everywhere like WI-fi So log on to a Don Corleone Who was known to be known Off performing his songs! I'm from a place that's so unprotected Need more than a condom But now a nigga label mates with Common So how them haters feel? shit, no comment You like Kanye? He cool with Hov Oh, you don't like Hov? Well I know you like Beyoncé Ain't looking for a wife but The man on my team From the D like Chauncey Billups babe, mhmm, and we could leave I'm trynna beat like 88 keys (Damn!) How we livin' like we smoke 88 trees Hot shit baby, I might radiate heat Excuse me! if I don't come all cordial I don't mean to put you through this whole ordeal Comin' from a city where the niggas keep it poppin like Orville (You Know?)
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