| I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back
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| Me and my homies, so drop that
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| We rollin on twenties, with the top back
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| So much money, you can’t stop that
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| Twin glock .40s, cocked back
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| Me and my homies, so drop that
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| We rollin on twenties, with the top back
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| So much money, you can’t stop that
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| Now where’d you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
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| Where’d you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted?
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| Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through?
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| Man I ain’t got nothin to prove, I paid my dues
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| Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I’m takin 'em, whewwwww!
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| Tell me who’s your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
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| You’s a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?
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| What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG?
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| A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me Man, that car don’t come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it?
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| That’s eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it?
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| You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling
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| And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin
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| The better I’m feelin, the more that I’m chillin
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| Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin
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| Now who’s that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast meals?
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| Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
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| What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM?
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| A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives
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| Now it’s time to choose
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| Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
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| Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted?
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| Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
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| You take a pick, while I’m rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick
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| Now tell me who’s your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
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| What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
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| What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE?
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| Get up out my face, you couldn’t relate, wait to take place at a similar pace
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| So shake, shake it Get out my business, my biznass
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| Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah
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| 'Cause these niggas all up in my shit and it’s my business,
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| my biznass
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| Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it’s mine, oh mine
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| My business, my biznass
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| Stay the fuck up out my biznass
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| 'Cause these niggas all up in my shit… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rollout (My Business), artist - Ludacris. Album song Word Of Mouf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп