Testi musica canzoni

uh, uh, yeah, uh-huhyeah, yeah, yeah[verse 1]Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spendMami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin'Playa like me? every season these chicks have beenTalkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benzHeard about the platinum visas the bricker bendsJewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em inI be's in the keys wit a click of friendsTrees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grinI dont care if a skeezer is thick or thinIt's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it inSkeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?"After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' inMost broads I done met, ain't see a guyWho spend a G on gucci T's, five for sweatsI'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J'sYou thinkin (?) i'm talkin' pivate jets, uh[Chorus]I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy(Watch it, please)Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy(Put down that cheese)Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy(You get nothin' from me)You get NOTHIN![Verse 2]So the kid never stresses a femaleAnd if you ask where I live they gon' give youaddresses to e-mailAll that cops can suggest is that he sellHow I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12From S's to CL's, I request is (?)In the head rests his t.v's dwellThey heard how many albums I presses for retailAnd they can't get a dime unless it's a weed saleAnd lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy billsGettin Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilledAnd my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History dealStill dames have been givin me slow neckAnd I don't even know what they real names have beenI feel ashamed to spend, 'cause when it comes to knockin' 'em downI'm right behind Wilt Chamberlin[chorus]Ma you musta had too many weed totes'Cause I ain't givin' you any weed totesI'm all about floatin' on them new skinny speed boatsHundred and somthin wit two skinny deep throatsWinter hit, I'm in a new finny ski coatsSee the screens? ain't gotta use any remotesNo more shoppin' sprees I'm rough wit the endsKeep honeys on their knees, scuffin' they shinsI deal wit nothin but tensI be the club king wit diamonds shuffling your friendsChickens get keys, scuffin the benzCause they wanna lock me down like I'm Puff in the pensSnatch any chink blond who feel my link longview(One try) I ain't tryin to put clinks on youHope trickin ain'n one of the things you think John doCause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami[Chorus]more