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Dorrough
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Get Big Remix
作詞:Dorwin Dorrough, Unknown
This is the remix
Hey Dorrough, you know you started something With this Get Big shit, right Got the whole world on it now, huh? Catch up suckas
Hey, first thing first, I hit the scene solo I rep the triple d, Dirk Nowitzki, Tony Romo I can't be touched, oh no, I'm flashy like a photo My car paint like the AT&T logo
Do it white paint on a Mazarati [unverified] My outer wear is Gucci but my underwear is polo You say you getting money but you baby mama say You got a dollar in yo pocket, say my nigga youse a hobo
You ain't got enough money You ain't got enough money Get big, get big, get big, get big
This that Dirty Money crew Yeah, hey yo Dorrough, it's ys boy Diddy It's big nigga talk right here motherfucker Come on check this out, go
Who the fuck talking money, ha, ha, ha, funny I got so much money, my money count money My nickname is Billy, I'm a motherfucking star My penthouse so high that my address is Mars
Auto oil rig, now my bank counts Arabian Yacht so big, you coulda sworn I brought the navy in This is my throne, the top, I'm alone If you ain't close to a billion, take yo broke ass home Motherfucker
You ain't got enough money You ain't got enough money Get big, get big, get big, get big
Take yo broke as home man This is big money talk right here This is the remix, I see you Dorrough Come on, come on, let's talk that shit niggas let's go
I spit dope, boy, knowledge bird in my pocket There's too many hundreds, they can't fit in the wallet Rubber band up, all white down Three hundred twenties for the whole pound
Big block gators, fresh pair of Marcs 599, brand new Ferrari, remix Yeah nigga, get it, million dollar, nigga Money be my best friend, Yo Gotti
I got my city on my back, my diamonds on my front Conjure up in my cup, grand daddy in my blunt Did it, 2000 and whatever The year is after this is Cadillac shoes
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com And the jazzy yellow misses Wanna blow me kisses right around the zipper Down and drop it to the flo? And I ain't even gotta tip her R-I-P to Jack Tripper
Two up in the crib They say they wanna have my babies Then they better get a bib Here they come
I came in as a rookie with my pockets on fat Got a million dollar pussy, bitch, my cat got stacks Uh, n-n-n-now that a boss bitch move If you go against the boss but the boss never loses
Got a house on the water so I can feed the gators Raspberry Porsche, 32 flavors My bread so swoll, I can't fit it in my wallet My pockets on big Christopher Wallace
Do it, shawty, let me say Shawty Lo, do it B-I-G I like a lot of hoes and I love the freaks But if I had to choose, M-O-E
You ain't got enough paper Middle finger to a hater You remember me, Big Uf Purp in mine, what's in yo cup?
You ain't got enough money You ain't got enough money Get big, get big, get big, get big
I post up, time to roll up Give the hoes what they need Give the people what they want Uh, I don't fuck with no blunts
You know how it go homie, no zig zag, no drig drag Wizzle man, rolling out the big bag with a bad bitch Light brown skin thick ass, never slow I get mine quick fast, getting money in this bitch ass
Standing on the couch in club with a pocket full of c-notes Niggas can't tell me, I ain't bigger then Nino Hop up in the Coupe, give it gas, I'm floating Money getting big like the arms on Hulk Hogan
Stacks on top of stacks, baby, this is iHop I be running down on sacks, auto I shop Everything is big, big chain, keep a big chrome Big house big truck, big body red bone
You ain't got enough money You ain't got enough money Get big, get big, get big, get big
You didn't know he was gonna bring it that big, huh? Get used to it, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha and like that we gone
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