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Mayalino
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Mobster Dinner
Let's go, huh! We don't swerve it out on this one You know what I'm saying? Swag it out on this bitch! You pull that big state house How about… ? Eat, motherfucker…. on the niggas! We are talking… you know what I'm saying? We are the.. home boy! Uh, yeah!
The paper gain Oprah, phantom of the operas Currency face green, her white face coca Kitchen with an apron, chicken with the sopa …Jake the Snake beat Cobra Been out!… to win out! I do it for the homies in the hood, I can't get out! Life without parole, mother fuckers don't get out Rick Flair to cope until the bake sort of spill out! … your whole whip out Million dollar chef, million skinny hoes, big out Got a black hoodie on, with a white mask on Mike Jackson with the glove on, gleam! I beat the case with the gloves I live I make that may weather money again, we're kids We just Louis through the summer, Gucci through the winter When you rubber bend the money, it's gonna make you a believer When spend it with the evil, it's gonna make all of us sinners Ace of spades, have a mobster dinner! ..with the fish scale, make me a winner! Entertain the Colosseum like that sparking killer I'm the reason why the strippers carry purse umbrellas 22s for the keys, caught that… man special Hundred grands on the West Side where Fifty grands gonna piss my ear Ball hard with the chains I wear, yeah!
Chorus: 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 It's a mobster dinner… I'm feeling like a winner Probably cause I never lost! And if I'm sitting next to you, You know what I'mma do! Have I can convince you?
You know I have a PhD in fast money, right? So you thought you just called me Pusha for night, yeah!
Del Frisco's, four days straight Dinner for two, easily a thousand dollar date Well, I… a model no feeling in the face Her man is love her good, wrap twice around the waist Double Dutch the wrist, invisibly wet, invisibly set 80 thousand dollars on the myth That's Rolex posing under fist I move flex 36 ounces on a brick My niggas trick! Dollars they blame and Chris Ange The condoms full of… They run freely around dope money and well trained This smells a mixture of baking soda and piss stains! Yeah! Too vivid nigga, admit it nigga! What other way is the real? Hustlers gonna feel it, nigga! Got no respect for you Jack boys, I kill it, nigga It's full five, it's about as long as a midget nigga!
Chorus: It's a mobster dinner… I'm feeling like a winner Probably cause I never lost! And if I'm sitting next to you, You know what I'mma do! Have I can convince you?
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