| So I let the bitch hang out with me right
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| You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
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| So the nigga called me, he like «you fuckin my bitch" —
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| I’m like I’m fuckin her right now
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| Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
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| Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
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| Big bodies I got 10 of those
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| Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls
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| Told that bitch take your shoes off, look don’t even argue
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| Got your bitch tip-toeing on Italian marble
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| They on that bad batch, too much pork around it
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| Shorty ass fat you gotta walk around it
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| Big body got ten of those
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| Cars, cribs that’s eight hoes
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| Nine piece that’s dinner rolls
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| Wild freaks, that centrefold
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| Hundred on my shine
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| You don’t like it fine
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| Got ya bitch tip-toeing like Gregory Hines
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| Cashing out with that nina
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| Ten days you ain’t seen her
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| She ask for it, I beat her
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| You greedy nigga you eat it
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| These? |
| niggas all on my dick
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| Princess cuts all in my wrist
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| Hundred rounds all in my hip
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| 200 grand all in my whip
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| Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
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| We call a undercover, a pig in the blanket
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| Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
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| Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
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| Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman
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| Roll the weed in white sheets, Ku Klux Klan
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| Put it on the scale, watch it do numbers
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| Playing with them keys like Stevie Wonder
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| All my hoes pretty, all my niggas brazy
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| We sell that white, sell that brown, call it rice and gravy
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| Call me Tunechi Lee or don’t call me at all
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| Man fuck all you niggas, pause
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| 2 Chainz, that’s your best answer
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| Cup filled with pink, I’m supporting breast cancer
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| I might do that walk for the 5k
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| I get paid every time I leave my driveway
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| Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors
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| Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
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| Getting to the money I’mma need a money counter
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| So many acres, my neighbours stay in another county
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| Ted Dibiase in Versace loafers
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| All you talk is shit nigga halitosis
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| Ghosts, I pulled up in that pale thang
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| Got a Chanel chain, on top of Chanel chain
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| On top of Chanel chain, on top of Chanel chain
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| Goddamn! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Marble Floors , by - Mike WiLL Made It. Song from the album Est. in 1989, Pt. 2.5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп