Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cigar Music, artist - DJ Drama. Date of issue: 28.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cigar Music |
| Uhh |
| Uhh |
| I’m so compassionate with my compositions |
| Check it |
| Fascinated with foreign felines |
| Since I was knee high |
| This cigar got me buzzin like a beehive |
| Fuck my old chick I’m ridin with my new thing |
| In her blue jeans, panties like shoestrings |
| Most wanted, I’m Bid Laden on a beat nigga |
| Rubberband jeans saggin on my feet nigga |
| 100 grand for the wagon and her feet nigga |
| Black flaggin just braggin I’m a street nigga |
| On the grind little rappers wanna eat with us |
| Tryin to shine like birdman man teeth glitters |
| VMA find time just to creep with her |
| So coincidental walkin down the street with her |
| My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci |
| In 2 weeks I flew thru the boutiques |
| She get her time livin when I let her go and shop |
| Cruisin in the car click the cuban at the top |
| Niggas know that my techs explode |
| Down to go toe to toe before tecmo bowl |
| Biggest boss in the game, chedder I never mind that |
| Cause if it matter c murder would go diamond |
| I reflect as I’m ridin in a Rolls Royce, |
| Get respect because I give these hoes no choice |
| Because I |
| Because I do it |
| So if you never seen a boss nigga, |
| Then look at me |
| Because I do it |
| And they never seen a boss nigga |
| But now they see |
| Because I do it |
| And I do it |
| I-I-I-I-I |
| And I do it |
| Yeah so now you see what it means |
| To be a boss cause I do it |
| I’m the down-south Nas |
| Click so fur |
| Ridin with a fox as the cigar burn |
| Niggas sell weed, niggas sell coke |
| If I was sellin dope baby id be sellin both |
| But I’m sellin records everything I touch gold |
| Better yet check the record 3 million sold |
| 2 hand guns on the writers for the shows |
| On the road to the riches when I’m ridin on vogues |
| I elaborate on things I only been bout |
| Besides, we decides whos the in crowd |
| If it’s ne-yo and niggas who speakin creo |
| But I got the prove we just keep movin kilos |
| See the Altima it’s call it terminator |
| The exact watch only war on terminator |
| I let her ride me like a elevator |
| Clip another cuban as I wait to celebrate her |
| Fascinated with foreign felines |
| That’s my design |
| As I recline cut em like key lime |
| We both came now it’s right back to the tea time |
| I wanna soda with no vogo and no cheap wine |
| She told me betterer than man broke |
| Walkin on the clouds in my second hand smoke |
| I touched her with the seconds hand stroke |
| Got her mind racin quicker than a Lambo |
| 2 seater it could’ntfit tacara |
| But I promise baby I’ll be back tomorrow |
| In a big beamer bumpin Bob Marley |
| Listen closely and hit a woman softly |