| I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead
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| Yeah… uhh
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| If stunna say the nigga dead then the nigga dead
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| If stunna say the nigga dead then the nigga dead
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| If youngin' say the nigga dead, then the nigga dead
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| If youngin' say the nigga dead, then the nigga dead
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| Reporting from Kim’s corner store
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| Hollygrove, 17th carnivore
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| Ridin' through the city in a Tonka toy
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| I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur, huh
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| Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford
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| And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors, yup!
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| Red thick women (uhh) eyes adore
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| I’m a whore, you know that I’m a whore, yup!
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| Cash Money, Cash Money, monster boys
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| Mafia bitch! |
| Even the cop’s avoid
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| And you say you want beef, then I got ya boy
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| I’ll just let the Big Mac, Whoppa-boy
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| See my dreads hangin' lookin' like-a rasta boy
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| Fuck with my roster and I turn into Mufasa boy…
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| We run up in ya casa boy
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| And blast off like NASA boy!
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| I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead
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| Yeah, Cash Money is an army nigga better know it’s gravy
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| If you ever fuck with young’n, and if you ever fuck with Baby
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| Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin it like the 80's
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| Buncha young nigga poppin' off and they sprayin'
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| Up in the early, we thank ya for the sunshine
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| Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome 9
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| Kiss momma cause we goin' out and gettin' mines
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| Next nigga in line, 17 on the grind
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| Shoot first, nigga not seeing mines
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| Big purses, million dollar headlines
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| Five drops, O.G. |
| the last Big Tyme
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| Lord to the game nigga 'til it’s my time
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| «Like Father Like Son» nigga this time
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| Junior got the fame and the game mastermind
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| Two hundred on the dash, nigga watch me mash
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| Doin' doughnuts in my hood gettin' paper bags
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| I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead
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| Ribbon is red, that how we pledge
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| An Uptown C.M.B. |
| blood 'til I’m dead
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| That’s what I said, I’ll put some change on your head
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| If you ever cross a line nigga it’s nothin' but bread
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| Fifty shots I’m hot, nigga we won’t stop
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| From puttin' candy on the slab nigga stirrin' them pots
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| Put the hammer on the jam nigga pull it and pops
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| And put the rubber on the bands nigga stackin' his knots
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| Bitch I’m the boss, bih. |
| bitch I’m the boss
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| And bury me like my father on the cross
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| And carry thy teen, I shall over a cross
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| Shorty got that game on lock, like a vault
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| Weezy Baby, cayenne pepper, no salt
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| Windows down on the hog in the winter, it’s yo' fault
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| Hehehe, I don’t jump on the track, I pole vault
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| I got that «S» on my chest, man I’m supposed to ball
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| I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| I walk, I walk around like I got a «S» on my chest
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| That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song S On My Chest , by - DJ Khaled. Song from the album We The Best, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп