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Alley Boy
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Stackin Up (Feat Meek Mill)
(Hook) Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring And for them hatin niggas that's been doubtin me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming These bitches wanna fuck, and I'm like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
(Verse) Got 50 bands on my wrist, half a mill in my bitch She droppin jean sag on my shit, foreign hoes all on my dick Fuck the law, I could pay for it, fuck the case I could pay for it, 200 rounds a day Nigga all them boys fuck it, pay for it Big titties, fake booty Got a big dick, bitch get to it Young nigga minds I influence DT, they tattooed We got dig dimes and drone Too much power in my toungue Too much kush all in my lungs We clean and play for the chrome I'm savin up like I won , I won look at my charm I'm Scratchin like Yao Ming, always my money long As I took to Milan but hardly answer phones My paper like Yao Ming, these niggas just putting on For real
(Hook) Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring And for them hatin niggas that's been doubtin me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming These bitches wanna fuck, and I'm like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
(Meek Mill) Alley What up, Meek Millie Yea, Okay I stand tall with that China white, uh call that Yao Ming I don't fuck with these pussy niggas They all singing like Al Green We well respected, well connected My money long and my Car's clean Gold rims in my Aston Martin No rollin bitch cuz my cars clean New Lamborghini Murc go scrrrr That bull shit you kickin won't work I'm out in Chi town, meet my nigga Durk 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Nigga run up on me wrong Pussy nigga get murked, bang bang nigga White bricks duckin from the chain gang nigga Cock back, head shot, brain hang nigga Same week, brain from ya main thing nigga Keep it real, can't tell me they ain't gang niggas Black masks, we ain't never gangbang nigga Matte Black coming through the left lane nigga You a pawn playin in a chess game nigga F-10 straight through ya vest game nigga Hold up, let me slow it down for these fuck boys Weed loud, jewelry loud, we make enough noise
(Hook) Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring And for them hatin niggas that's been doubtin me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming These bitches wanna fuck, and I'm like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
(Verse) Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob Alley Boy talk a big bank bet that the Sosa at 6, little Ricky duct tape em all 50,000 in hunger Got yo girl kissin on my stomach You know that the young boy here do numbas Hittem one time, bitch lose my number Runnin too long gon' show no pity A-Town don, bitch this my city Georgia power, she ate my State Home of the brave, nigga fuck yo city Alley Boy a gold mine, I'mma golden child Nigga diamond in the dirt With all these DT's in they face and all the LV's on my shirt Money long like Yao Ming, that's the chain, that ain't no green That's K row, that ain't no lean To a fuck nigga that ain't no team My paper tall,and my tape dogs 2 Pac's on, new outlaw Play with me, hand choppa 50 rounds, face off
(Hook) Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring And for them hatin niggas that's been doubtin me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
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