| Yeah
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| Shyne, gang land, murder inc.
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| Haha
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| Alright, turn the beat up
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| I see you, ok!
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| I see you ma, in your thoughsand doller weave
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| Master P’s diamond face on ya sleeve
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| Def Island, waist petite
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| Alright, jimmy shoo shoes on ya feet?
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| Shoot, right!
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| Slide inside the spider
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| I know you tired of guys who try to lie
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| To slide inside you
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| Forget about that, lets go!
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| Forget about rap, i’m Po
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| I mean really, i been gettin money
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| Since niggas is rappin for me
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| Its fast as shit
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| Cuz you dont look like, you got your head right
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| I just hope that u can give head right
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| Breezin through Eggshell headlights
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| New York is mine, relax your mind
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| Oooooooooooooooo
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| Cant nobody
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| Do them things we do
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| And cant nobody
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| Touch me like u do
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| Cant nobody
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| Love me like you do
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| And cant nobody
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| Be like me and you
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| This is Me!
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| I’m mostly respected
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| Ring down to the necklace
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| Some hos say i’m sexist
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| Cuz all i wanna do is stuff coke in they breastes
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| Sit back, lift stakes, count money
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| In the zone, roll tha doe
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| Like this, come on
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| I need a prada chick
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| To take this dick, and take this script
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| And flick this shit, base this shit
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| We can go shopping and buy some things
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| Up in harry winston ma, try some rings
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| How you feel like u is prince di
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| So much cuts on your wrist
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| They could draw suiside
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| No lie, you aint heard?
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| Extensive trips, expensive whips
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| You aint seen nothing like this
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| Not in your life
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| If i aint that nigga, shit you fuckin right
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| Cant nobody
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| Do them things we do
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| And cant nobody
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| Touch me like u do
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| Cant nobody
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| Love me like you do
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| And cant nobody
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| Be like me and you
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| Who gon' cop them hos? |
| (Po)
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| Who gon rock them clothes? |
| (po)
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| Who gon' pop them fros? |
| (Po)
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| Well i’m glad you know
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| No need to ask who holla’d
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| You aint nada, me alotta
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| Shyne winton gotta
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| See you niggas in hell
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| Now lets prevail, feds on the tel
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| Just post bail, a million in cash
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| Now u know that aint rappin pimpin
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| Please believe that
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| Body smoked like we was jus ganna clap em' up
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| That aint enough? |
| then why u backin up
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| Niggas talkin real greesy on them rap records
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| Look i’m strip u naked, take ya necklace
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| Give it to my soldiers like «hold this»
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| Fuck you nigga u could never fool this
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| But anyway back to business
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| Lets play
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| One CPW come through
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| I like girls that like girls
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| That like girls that like furrs
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| Ok
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| Cant nobody
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| Do them things we do
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| And cant nobody
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| Touch me like u do
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| Cant nobody
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| Love me like you do
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| And cant nobody
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| Be like me and you
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| Ooooooooooooooooo yay… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jimmy Choo, artist - Shyne. Album song godfather buried alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп