Testo Throw Some D's Remix - Rich Boy, André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly, Murphy Lee & The Game
Testo della canzone Throw Some D's Remix (Rich Boy, André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly, Murphy Lee & The Game), tratta dall'album Rich Boy (Explicit Version)
Yeah
I used to think about immature things
You know, like, "Do you love me, do you want me?
Are you gon' call me like you said you would?
Is this really your real phone number?"
Wait a minute, motherfuckers
Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood
See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good
But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha
Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it
Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life
Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like
So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8
He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?
Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then
You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet
Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots
And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot
But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do
So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back
But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front
They say, "Get down on your knees," we say, "What the fuck you want?"
They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more
Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know
That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter
Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out
Fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)
Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)
Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)
Rich Boy selling crack
Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)
Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)
Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)
(Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac
(Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)
Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)
Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys
Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)
Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)
Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)
I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)
I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch
We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch
'Cause we balling
We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)
Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)
The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)
No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)
And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)
We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)
We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card
They never thought that we'd get large
Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map
69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)
Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)
Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)
How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)
When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)
And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers
I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)
Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)
But now I'm rich and she can get it
See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split
Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted
To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it
That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)
That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)
That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)
And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)
Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)
Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)
Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)
Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)
Rich Boy selling crack
Fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)
Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)
Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)
Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)
I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)
I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)
They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)
Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac
Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black
Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on
Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)
So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)
My seats be gator, in my Escalade
Mama told me, "Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong"
So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on
Rich Boy selling crack
Fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)
Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)
Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)
Rich Boy selling crack
Fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)
Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)
Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)
All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high
Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides
Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel
Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill
California license plate, riding through the ATL
Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail
Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene
Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean
Put Cali on the map, west side on my back
Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap
20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece
Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)
Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)
Might as well cut the top
Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out
Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house
Rich Boy selling crack
Fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)
Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)
Just bought a Cadillac
Credits
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, Jamal F. Jones, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Andre Benjamin, Joseph Jones, Jonathan H. Smith, Marece Benjamin Richards, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Robert Louis Debarge, Gregory G. Williams, Robert Louis Jr. Crawford
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