Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Success, artist - Stat Quo. Album song Statlanta, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Success |
| Baby nothin in this world, oh-hoh |
| Can keep me from you, you, youuuuu |
| Nothin in this world, oh-ohh-whoa |
| Can keep me from you, you, youuuuu |
| We got a special kind of love, baby |
| Me and you, you, youuuuu |
| And I’ll be comin home tonight, yeahhh |
| Back to you, you, youuuuu |
| Not nuttin (not nuttin) |
| YEAH! |
| Some people love money |
| That’s cool |
| So, some people love drugs, that’s aight |
| Some people love these bitches |
| That’s cool too, YEAH! |
| (YEAH!) |
| Tell you what I’m in love with though |
| I wake up with it, on my mind |
| Rain, sleet, whatever, I gots to get it |
| Got hip to the grind so I had to ribbit |
| Hopped in the game, Jimmy gave me a ticket (millionaire!) |
| Went to the streets to flip it |
| Gymnastic pimp, walk with a limp, I’mma father shadows (shadows) |
| And all my paths are narrow |
| Haters tried to drown me but the water was shallow (some say I was) |
| I stomp through the puddles (through the puddles) |
| Now I’m ballin like niggas in huddles |
| See, we live for the hustle |
| Plain train or grain, I’m the one they can’t muffle (can't muffle) |
| Runnin in a race, sittin used to the struggle |
| They asked me what I’m doin, gettin money’s my rebuttal |
| In this game people hate to love you |
| Me and success, we make a pretty fine couple |
| Stat Quo, YEA! |
| Yeah! |
| Success baby |
| IT’S ALL OVER ME! |
| YEAH! |
| I love you success |
| You love me too? |
| I figured that |
| You’re so good to me! |
| AHHH! |
| I’ll never cheat on you baby! |
| Cain’t stop, won’t stop, that’s what Biggie said |
| Martin had dreams, 'Pac said he had nightmares |
| Do the shelltoes, dawg I’d rarely rock Nike Airs |
| Rollin up purple, blowin smoke in the night air |
| These niggas playin musical chairs |
| A lot of rappers losin they deals and ain’t prepared |
| Some get spared but they unaware |
| That the white boys in the suits ain’t playin fair |
| So I hide my motives, downplay my love |
| Playin chess in my mind to get my paper up (paper up) |
| Every drop is precious in a half-filled cup |
| One bottle, thirty niggas, only two drunk as fuck |
| And I’mma be one of the two (one of the two) |
| Ridin underneath the sunshine with you-know-who |
| I mean us, it’s no rush |
| Me and success, the only bitch I trust |
| Stat Quo (Stat Quo) |
| YEA YEA, YEA! |
| YEAH! |
| YEAH! |
| HA HA! |
| Not a motherfuckin THING! |
| Uh-uh-uhh, uh uh-uh-uh uh-uh-uhh |
| Success, 'til death do us part, right? |
| Yeah, AHHH… OHH! |