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Ain't Cha [Clean]
作詞:Rennard East, Charles Patterson, Gene Elliott Jr Thornton, Terrance Thornton, Pharrell L Williams
Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain't cha? Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake Hustling them E's and that C's and that H While you probably talking frantic on the tape N***** in the hood ain't tryna to hear, 'Man it was a mistake'
To call you a b****, not a bandit at ya wake Epitaph reading how much damage you could take While I'm on the boat with ya b***, salmon on the plate I know why you liked her, the *** it was great
Loving these bezels sets, change with no space Eighty-six karats, you know how much digging In the planet this could take? Patent leather bapes, uh, uh, closet like Planet of the bape
Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place Like I'm living in an episode of Planet of the Apes You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats You n***** tryna take my place? Neva happen
Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain't cha? Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
Dig it, every time I do it, encore Slide out tha Lincoln with tha suicide doors Ma, and I'm blingin' like baby with all that s*** on My block pop 'til all that s*** gone
What? You n***** hardly eat What you spend on a home is a golden piece On the chest of a bizoss, it's a must I flizoss My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff
From the kickoff, to tip off, I give off rays from the VVs Ice glazed like lip gloss Thinking they can see me, I beg to diff-arr Look up in the skiz eye, it the big dip-arr (That's cold)
It's chilly in Philly, it's that real Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill Like a waterfall, *** around make me slaughter y'all
Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain't cha? Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
Oh, you just gon' take without asking ain't cha? You just grabbin', you ain't earnin' for s**, that's too old fashion Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler?
I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you One and one is two, it's just as simple as Blue's Clues The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown
Meanwhile study something n***, this Gucci, Parker From France where the kids sing Frere Jacques If not there, I'm somewhere mixing vodkas In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit
Keep it moving like in keys of *** Your the 100th motherf***** and I'm [Incomprehensible] Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law If it seems the walls are closing in it's only 'cause they are, muthaf*****
Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain't cha? Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
I'm a natural born hustla, I the risk taker I get it cross the border, the Alpha the Omega My life, I scripted the paper posh like the wrist in the cradle That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters
Rimoldi is so gaudy but it's just so picture perfect As I lean in that six forty-five CI I'm on them blades likes T.I. The n***** hate to measure 'cause they knee high
Still slangin' that PI, E what I bring by Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleave, I Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I Can't let it go 'cause a n**** got to eat, I
Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder And the pot, stirred it crazy, hustle I'm a lead-a Still in the game, tippin' the scale like Libra You don't really want that halo over ya Cesar, no
Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain't cha? Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha? Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
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