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Скачать плюс минус mp3 файла песни Эти шаги должны помочь 👇[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog: my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker "fetch" I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset Been fucking the world and nigga I ain't come yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking bout a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest And AK47 is my fucking address, huh
[Hook: Rick Ross] I'm not a star Somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car
[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Big black nigga in a icey watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop Count the profits you could bring‘em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick'em off they might be high, swish! I'm swimming in a yellow bitch, boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected got killers off in Chicago
[Hook: Rick Ross] I'm not a star Somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car
[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch I'm Redd Foxx Big b's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck Empty the clip then roll the window up Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna come 200 thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, Y-M-C-M-B Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga You know the rules, kill them all and keep moving If I died today it'd be a holiday
[Verse 4: Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car So don't make it come alive Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon' bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, papi gave me 40 bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus Niggas gather round, got gifts for each and all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up
[Outro: Lil Wayne] I'm not a star Somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
