Right Above It-Hip Hop Legends

歌手 : Hip Hop Legends
语种 : 英语
时长 : 04:33

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TXT Right Above It-Hip Hop Legends 文本歌词

Right Above It (就在上面) - Hip Hop Legends
Who else really tryna f**k with Hollywood Cole
I'm with Marley G bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh my real friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose
I don't get sh*t confused
I got a small circle I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path but got on different shoes
Live in the same building but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them b**ches find a pole
Plus I been sippin' so this sh*t is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top
When only heaven's right above it
We on it's Young Money motherf**ker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it run from it
Motherf**ker all right
Now somebody show some money in this b**ch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this b**ch
Ya dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes I'm in the building
You just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a f**k X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the f**kin' plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A get my advance in advance amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh wake up and smell the p**sy
You niggas can't see me but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah and I ain't a killa but don't push me
N now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top
When only heaven's right above it
We on it's Young Money motherf**ker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it run from it
Motherf**ker all right
Now somebody show some money in this b**ch
And I got my bees with me
Like some honey in this b**ch ya dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first
Uh how do he say what's never said
Beautiful black woman
I bet that b**ch look better red
Limpin' off tour
'Cause I made more off my second leg
Ma'f**kin' Birdman Junior eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense check the paw prints
We in the building you niggas in apartments
No-now c'mon be my blood donor
Flo' so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn where you stumbled at
From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the f**kin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me I get on this b**ch
And have a heart attack
Hip-hop I'm the heart of that ni**a nothin' short of that
President Carter Young Money democrat
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on it's Young Money motherf**ker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it run from it motherf**ker all right
Now somebody show some money in this b**ch
And I got my B's with me
Like some honey in this b**ch ya dig (Soo woo )
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first
(We on young young mula baby)