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    Lil' Wayne Get That Dough текст песни

    Get That Dough

    (feat. Baby, Cristale, Tateeze)

    Biotch, Biotch

    [Chorus - Baby (Cristale)]
    (Get that dough)
    Look wipe a bitch down, let’s dribble on a hoe, C’mon
    (Get that dough)
    Let’s pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro
    (Get that dough)
    Look wipe a bitch down, let’s dribble on a hoe, Wooo
    (Get that dough)
    Let’s pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro

    [Lil Wayne]
    I pull up slow, chrome flashin
    lil daddy in a long Cabbi
    Big hat pimp strong daddy
    Got my hoes on my arm daddy
    Ain’t that amazing, specially when I’m blazin that dro
    earthly green, purple weed, purple V,
    with purple seats, murck the streets
    And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet
    But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back hoe
    I know ya will, get ya ass over here
    And take off my polar bear
    I’m the coldest player of most my age
    Quote my age, 19 but my money’s much old
    And shorty got crazy paper
    Cash Money’s my army, my navy paper
    Understand, Weezy is made of paper
    I got "Baby" paper


    Floss our bitch, or get tossed out
    Stunna time criss-crossed out
    Birdman the bad bitches bossed out
    So fly nigga we dont walk out
    Time to get Nina Rossed out
    I’ma let the heat speak, see I’m talked out
    What’s the muthafuckin talk bout
    Get you niggaz chalked out
    Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout

    You can shine like stunna (Papi it’s all gravy)
    I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies
    See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up
    And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up
    It’s the m-uh-m-uh-man, that I hustle for grams
    Me, Ta’, and Cris’ with a blunt in my hand
    See I come through shinin, known big tymin
    Red Caddi truck, nigga I’m grindin


    I come Harley D, black bike all chrome
    Your queen is home, daddy tell ‘em where they went from

    See I’ma slide on through, then I stash the loot
    Who washed the coupe, ma look I know what to do

    Got the suit you to wear some pumps on
    matchin the car, matchin my bra, shit nigga pimpin is hard

    I jock that, so wipe a nigga down
    Let’s dribble on a hoe, bitch time to go

    The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot
    the groupies flock, and case me out my Gucci socks
    Yeah, we get that dough, Tatee’ watch me drop these
    You got me, can I get the car keys

    See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on a hoe
    And I touch her from her head, from her waist, to her toes
    Pop up in the Lexus with the mink on the floor
    Rocked out Nexus 2K bird hoe, Wooo!


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