Testo Bidness - Youngs Teflon feat. Tiny Boost
Testo della canzone Bidness (Youngs Teflon feat. Tiny Boost), tratta dall'album Purple Hearts
Pushing stones on the street, it's been a rocky road
Had to switch the pot and stove for a microphone
But it's crazy 'cause I'm still spitting crack
Think you got away with it, but I will get you back
I remember being gassed over ounce money
Now that ain't enough for me to leave the house money
No family or friends, I got shooters looking out for me
I say the word and they gon' hula hoop your house for me
But we clap people, not property
Shawty suck me off and took my soul, that's a robbery
Take her to them yellow bricks, like her name Dorothy
Don't bring me to your block if you ain't really got authority
Honestly, I'm getting sick of the comparisons
True these rappers act like they the only ones
In this dance that got to bring their hammers in
I point my hand at him, my niggas go and handle him, it's all real
I guess we standing on our business (Ain't we?)
I ain't done enough 'til these niggas hate me
Them youngers stay busy (They be spinning crazy)
Uh, it's all good (Baby, baby, baby)
I guess we standing on our business (Ain't we?)
I ain't done enough 'til these niggas hate me
Them youngers stay busy (They be spinning crazy)
Uh, it's all good (Baby, baby, baby)
Rolling with this gadget, either pack it in or be a packet
Remember having holes in my jacket, now I'm in a different bracket
And when I talk money, I can back it
This heron pressed on, this ain't no Hackett
I never had a plugger, only had a plug sending grubber
Can't touch this pack without your rubbers, I'm an MC with a hammer
That white girl nasty but she pukka
Sold it in the park like the Rucker
Casablanca for the hoodie, I'm a stunner
Niggas getting sucked by the plumbers
What a shame, what a bummer
My diggers make it rain in the summer
Fisher Manhattan, Louis runners, I'm a dope boy
I'm filling up my net worth, I ain't on the net beefing trolls
And I don't need a vote for this poll
I'm getting money while I'm sleeping
I ain't signing up for the dole
Old hookers getting aired like the soles on my Jordans
J getting P without the Morgan
Only flawless diamonds if I bought 'em
My nigga took the bushwhacker out and stopped traffic like a warden
He ain't the type of guy to start a war with
Unless you on the right side
Trilly keep his shades on at night time
Washing down the steak with the right wine
Had to swap the Colt 45, it's too hard to get the right bine
True stories, that's a light line
I guess we standing on our business (Ain't we?)
I ain't done enough 'til these niggas hate me
Them youngers stay busy (They be spinning crazy)
Uh, it's all good (Baby, baby, baby)
I guess we standing on our business (Ain't we?)
I ain't done enough 'til these niggas hate me
Them youngers stay busy (They be spinning crazy)
Uh, it's all good (Baby, baby, baby)
Credits
Writer(s): Frederick J. Perren, James Brown, Joseph Ward Simmons, Edward Irons, Herby E. Azor, Fonce Mizell, Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Dana Mccleese, Priest J. Brooks, Reginald J. Hargis, Raymond Lincoln Jr. Ransom
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