Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tadow, artist - N.O.R.E. (a.k.a. P.A.P.I.)
Date of issue: 15.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tadow |
My chopper go Tadow, it’ll turn you inside out, |
Her ass like Tadow, my money like Tadow. |
Bling, Tadow, money |
Bling, Tadow money. |
Rat, tat ta ta ta Tadow. |
My chopper go Tadow, |
Her ass like Tadow, |
My money like Tadow, |
My car like Tadow. |
Bitch, Bling Tadow, money, |
Bitch Bling Tadow money. |
Rat tat tat tat tat tat Tadow. |
(Verse) |
Yeah, money on my mind, Marley in my cup, |
Mix with that wine, sour in my blunt |
That’s just zodiac, fine I don’t give a fuck. |
If you rep them dollar signs go and put em up |
Fuck that, I don’t buck back |
See I buck first, move the fuck back. |
I bagged that, I pumped that |
I real estate I Trump that. |
Ya’ll be where them dumps at, |
Ya’ll be where them punks at. |
I be where them choppers, oozies, AK’s, and pump stack. |
Name a town and city I whipped it in, |
Car and model I whipped it in, |
A face and shape I been with her, |
If not with her, bitch similar. |
G’s on deck I really live this shit, |
From left like rack, rack, rack city bitch. |
(Hook) |
My chopper go Tadow, it’ll turn you inside out, |
Her ass like Tadow, my money like Tadow. |
Bling, Tadow, money |
Bling, Tadow money. |
Rat, tat ta ta ta Tadow. |
My chopper go Tadow, |
Her ass like Tadow, |
My money like Tadow, |
My car like Tadow. |
Bitch, Bling Tadow, money, |
Bitch Bling Tadow money. |
Rat tat tat tat tat tat Tadow. |
(Verse) |
Last name money, first name I love this |
So love this money is my motherfuckin garmet. |
Touch me? |
uh uh, shoot you, right there |
Leave you, right there |
Leave the scene tall nigga with long hair. |
Her ass like Tadow give me that Hoe-enchilada |
Pop that pussy for my wallet, |
Sex is a weapon, cho cho paw paw. |
And I’m ridin' round and gettin it |
You already know my steelow |
I’m big like selling kilo’s |
And you small, small like pee-hole. |
And the chopper in my backseat |
Hands reached no plan B |
I’m the type of nigga wear a pistol to the Grammys. |
Touch me? |
uh uh, shoot you, right there |
Leave you, right there |
Leave the scene tall nigga with long hair. |
(Hook) |
My chopper go Tadow, it’ll turn you inside out, |
Her ass like Tadow, my money like Tadow. |
Bling, Tadow, money |
Bling, Tadow money. |
Rat, tat ta ta ta Tadow. |
My chopper go Tadow, |
Her ass like Tadow, |
My money like Tadow, |
My car like Tadow. |
Bitch, Bling Tadow, money, |
Bitch Bling Tadow money. |
Rat tat tat tat tat tat Tadow. |
(Verse) |
If you ain’t talkin dollars, I ain’t tryina holla |
Push been on this rap shit, fuckin with them guallas. |
Fuckin with them SC’s filling up them chargers |
Gas ain’t in them gas tanks, them just filled with powder. |
Caskets for you cowards, bang out let it rang out |
Call my chopper Method Man, no way it bring that pain out. |
Aaaah, you heard that, ain’t no way to swerve that |
Bullets flip you on your ass, that chopper push that curb back. |
Fuckin around with the wrong one, |
Spazzin out like I’m on one. |
Dark skin nigga with a long gun, |
Right there? |
That’s nightmare like Elm street, this Hell week |
I’m candy man with that white chick. |
(Hook) |
My chopper go Tadow, it’ll turn you inside out, |
Her ass like Tadow, my money like Tadow. |
Bling, Tadow, money |
Bling, Tadow money. |
Rat, tat ta ta ta Tadow. |
My chopper go Tadow, |
Her ass like Tadow, |
My money like Tadow, |
My car like Tadow. |
Bitch, Bling Tadow, money, |
Bitch Bling Tadow money. |
Rat tat tat tat tat tat Tadow. |