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Traduction: Tiffany or. Crew Of The Year.
Now the ladies all say I dress well With a nice pair of jeans, LRG or Mizou Crew neck sweatshirt, hat and some clean shoes Pocket stayed equipped with some paper and some gold
the ladies all say I dress well With a nice pair of jeans, LRG or Mizou Crew neck sweatshirt, hat and some clean shoes Pocket stayed equipped with some paper and some gold
with this one, ha ha Aye [Verse 1: T-Pain] Coming to the stage is a motherfucka cold as the South Pole They say it's not too look right without gold
about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin? Quit complainin? yeah dog you look cool Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels And, Keep Clubbin? I pull up on gold
matter where I go, I see the same hoe [Outlawz] Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu? It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew Every other
just a hoochie looking for some juice. -What's up my nigga? What ya know? A nigga got a little bigger. That's all folks know. Fat gold ropes. Gotta keep
You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga cause the police love to break a nigga send em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggas So what I do is get a crew
ballin, 'til the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew but we remain
t bite I toss you here to Vermont I kick it lickety split and hand it to the man in the tan van and, and as for you and your crew, I don't hate you peace
skit, X and the drug complex When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice Life in the drain niggaz money's got my gold chain thicker Whole
they take time to learn Other cats want burn, they can't be concerned With the time it takes, rhymin takes, so they violate Grab a pen, begin to gather men Form a crew
're like, "Damn! I better get a resource" I'll overpower three-fourths of your police force You're talkin to a fugitive who'll serve your crew fake his
only for position in this thing called rhyme Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second I could write some shit down that could get a gold record
(Lyrics: Lewis Carroll / Music: Bloss-Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide For both our oars, with little skill
be imma imma be Imma be be be be imma imma be [Fergie] Imma be on the next level Imma be rockin over that bass treble Imma be chillin with my mutha mutha crew
