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