| Turn the lights all the way
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| Turn the lights all the way down
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| What uhhuh yeah
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| (uhh)
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| Come on Big flow
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| (ggrrrrrr) come on yeah come on Yo yo j-a-y, i flow sick
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| Fuck all y’all haters blow dick
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| I spits the game for those that throw bricks
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| Money cash hoes money cash chicks what
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| Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
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| Only wife of mines is a life of crime
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| And since, life’s a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
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| How can i not flirt with death
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| That’s life’s a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna send a lot and pray to christ forgive us Fuck it Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz
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| Y’all cant floss on my level
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| I’ll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
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| When i go all the harlem playaz wall my picture
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| If you get close enough you can read the scripture
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| It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what
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| Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what)
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| Money cash hoes money cash hoes (uhh)
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| Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on)
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| Money cash hoes (what) hoes (what) hoes (what)
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| Flavors robust platinum and gold touch
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| Y’all rap now, fast money lets slow it up Niggaz try to stop jay-z to no luck
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| Roc-a-fella foreva ceo what what
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| Us the villains, fuck your feelings
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| While yall playa hate we in the upper millions
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| Whats the dealings (huh) its like new york’s been soft
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| Ever since snoop came through and crushed the buildings
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| I’m tryin to restore the feelings fuck the lord keep dealing
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| More money more cash more chilling
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| I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
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| Like i give a fuck i’m just a crook on this song
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| Bed-stuy brooknon took on the world
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| Shit i led a life you can write a book on Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
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| Man and i tell ya itll be the best seller
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| D-m-x and my dogs bite
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| Jigga my nigga rhyme all night
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| Thugs for life one night with this rap shit
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| Let em go and i bet they know what’ll happen
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| When we clap shit
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| Actin like we owe em something
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| Then we show em something
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| Talk greasy i think they found em down the road or something
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| Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood
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| Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food
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| And the only thing thats stoppin him is you
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| Cause the only thing that he’ll be droppin is you
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| Topic include; |
| choppin in two
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| Drop it to clue and the response from the street
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| This was one dog that loves raw meat
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| But gettin back to just cause i, love my niggaz
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| I shed blood, for my niggaz
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| Let a nigga holler where my niggaz
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| All i’ma hear is right here my nigga
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| Roc-a-fella shit uhhuh
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| Ruff ryders
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| My nigga swizz
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| Uhhuh uhhuh
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| Dont stop biatch
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| Uh Uhhuh yeah
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| Inspect the game yo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money Cash Hoes , by - Jay-Z. Song from the album Pitbull Street Team, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп