| That’s right, Cash Money done
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| took over this shit, motherfuckers.
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| (We got it, Juvy, and you (??))
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| Y’all don’t know how ta do it. |
| I’ma
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| show ya how to live (??). |
| (#1 stunnas.)
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| Peep this shit out, lil’one:
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| (This is how the fuck we do it, boy)
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| My pockets flooded with money like it been rainin’for months
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| Put Jackie Chan outta business, tha way that I live stunt
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| Man, I’ll spend fifty G’s on just a chair and a sofa
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| Got tired of all that drivin', so I got me a chauffeur
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| Gettin’head watchin’TV on tha block of Magnolia
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| Give tha kids twenty dollars when I open my door
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| My grill like marble floors, was workin’with four
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| After we score, I laid there and got me six more
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| Now my body needs ta be treated, I’m 'bout to get weak
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| Full of that shit, gon’kill that man, he got me hungry and greedy
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| They call my watch tha North Pole cuz it’s flooded with ice
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| It’s a… bitch in tha day, a motherfucker at night
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| If somebody get my jewelry they’ll be set for life
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| Buy a house before tha wedding, and a ring for tha wife
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| Money ain’t shit ta me because I’m young and I’m blessed
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| I don’t.carry no cash, its credit cards or checks
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| (Hook-4x)
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| Actin’like a nigga that ain’t never had shit
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| Lookin’through my bend, sayin', There’s some asses.
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| Nigga, I stretched tha Rover, stopped playin’with these hoes
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| Got a hundred on my left, fifty on tha wrist, ho Fuck, I be shinin’from tha clothes, cars, jewelry
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| Got seven-year-old children wan grow up to be like me Niggas pullin’up, drivin’off tha showroom floor
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| Got a mouth full of gold so I can boot these hoes
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| Somebody asked me tha time, I just had ta look back
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| Showed them tha baguettes on my watch and say how I could see that
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| Got trillion cut earrings so I can blind these hoes
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| I’m tha number-one stunna fuckin’rap-hoes (rap-hoes)
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| Stun’n is a way of livin', ya fuckin’with my clique
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| Try ta pay tha dealership that sell tha shit that don’t exist
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| I got all my hoes ridin’Lexus coupe, two-door
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| Put tha Cadillac up, it was movin’too slow
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| We Cash Money stunnas — money long as tha street
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| You wan’verify our cash, go ask First NBC, nigga
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| (Hook-4x)
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| Look, look
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| Bitches… say I stunt too much
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| It’s o… kay cuz I can back it up Know you gon'…let me… do what I do Rock my Rolie, ride drop-tops, too
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| 'Til tha day I die, I’m gon’shine
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| Drive top-of-tha-line
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| Pop bottles of wine
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| Break bread with my clique of niggas… niggas
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| Toss hoes, take naked pictures… pictures
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| Rap, hustle, get paid, nigga… nigga
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| Try not to get a big head, nigga… nigga
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| Look, you like my watch, ha You like my ring, ha You like tha way it look and how it *bling*bling*, ha I got so many karats, I could feed ten rabbits
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| Got so much ice, cool me down when I wear it Every nigga in my clique… bubble and glide
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| Every nigga in my clique sittin’low and high
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| (Hook-4x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Had S*** , by - Juvenile. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп