Текст песни Tone Mason - Double Up (feat. Hayes)

Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Tone Mason
Альбом: Unreleased
Длительность: 02:39
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[50 Cent] It is what it is, son, niggas can't stand it It's my fifth lap, a nigga been round and round the planet Shorty saying "Welcome to Miami." Her friends saying welcome to Miami. Jet Skis, the yacht, parked in the back yard Back to back Porsches and niggas go down hard I love money, nigga this drug money Laundromat, spin cycle, nickel snub money Beef nothing to a nigga, nigga I'm PUFF Throw 100 racks on a bitch, I told you she want me If I want the hoe, I get the hoe, fuck the hoe and forget the hoe Let a ho be a ho, play the pimp, pay the rent I'm a fly nigga on a off day I ride fly shit Presidential rolling nigga tell me now can you bite down I'm the biggest nigga Southside seen since Fat Cat I tell a nigga suck a dick quick cause I'm strapped back I make a double up, few blocks of raw I-I-I get it, I got to get more I make it double up, baking soda galore Till we in Bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor I make it double up Ey, bring me that pyrex, get the baking soda, the ice, I'll show you how you do this shit, you think I don't know what I'm doing but I know what I'm doin [Hayes:] We on the other side of the border chilling with Drug Lords Tryna put an order in during the drug wars J said this what happens when you disrespect one of us And cut a motherfucker head off right in front of us That's when I said I'm going back to Cali. My man said he goin' back to Cali. I know some Mexicans in Arizona, I'm cool with I'd rather slang that then come and deal with this bullshit. 'Cause I ain't gonna budge Pay me a dodgie dog, it ain't no love Niggas know who they owe, my number ain't change, bitch Front door service, put one in your brain quick Could have put it right in your chest, close range shit Watch you die slow, let you know who you playin with Fuck all that swearing to God, promise and prayin shit I ain't the big sob story, fam, I'm praying shit Twelve gauge AR15, AK an shit Passenger seats goin' get killed, I'm saying this Principals, we don't drown a line at drug dealin We criminals, we goin all out Before I say you played me I'll go in your house And get killed there, blow your fucking brains out You gotta bring ass to get some, you gotta make cash to spend some And I ain't a victim, motherfucker.
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