| Your majesty, 20 venches got the whip shape shifted,
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| Single malt whiskey and my snifter I’ma Finster
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| Finishing touches contemplating, I’m rather blatent
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| So blending in never been my strong point,
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| Point taking, I’m pointed to, pointed for the wakening,
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| It’s poignant, ignorance is bliss until the coin flips,
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| Franklins yeah I coin phrases for my coins
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| A young tenderloin, had my loin forloned
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| Well I’m leaving nothing to chance the cribs look enchanted
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| It’s lilly white leather furniture Chantilly
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| I’m channeling my satellite, My appetite is regal,
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| I’m picking chandelier, Braziers on the stairs
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| pink panties by the pool started rainin
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| Bangin like the hanging gardens, the fly nigga,
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| small margin for marginal errors
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| Willie rockin' heirlooms heir apparent
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| Sand baggin hot air balloons I can care less,
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| Made the money, fed the babies,
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| Then buy houses on the ourskirts caress the ladies,
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| For many continents constant, continuity integrity, ingenuity.
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| F*ck poppin champagne on the rainy day,
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| Poppin' champagne on the sunny day,
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| All the hoes all can leave, let the money stay
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| Huh, let the money stay, pop the champagne on the rainy day,
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| Pop the champagne on the sunny day
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| All the hoes all can leave, let the money stay.
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| Let the money stay.
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| Whispering willow, Never pillow talk, talk is cheap
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| They often sleep while I’m wide awake
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| Native like a Chippewa, Iroquois, chip away
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| The microchip was turquoise
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| Quill feathers, wax seal, black steal
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| The hours chaos, freak bitches sing the seance
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| See the fee is my fiance, The ambiance is awesome
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| Shine like I’m ambient, the organic candle lit
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| nightcap, moon lighting, roman candles
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| The Fly crystal velor, Jesus Christ sandels
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| The feet like brass, hair like wool
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| pull bitches like a brothel, hostel, never slipping naw
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| Willie sip the sovereign blanc like its chicken broth
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| The Fendi sweats heather gray, with enough game to own Heather Locklear’s
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| brazier
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| Fuckin like the Brazzers, My bitches all Brazilian waxed
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| Waxy Gordon money, Willy crib like Revis’s in third person
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| Party girls hurlen, name my firearm Ursula, pearls in the pearlier
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| Navigate my way with no compass, accomplished, moneys my accomplice
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| The company I keep, I’m out of reach.
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| Forgive my brother, forgive my brother '
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| Forgive my brother, forgive my brother ' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let the Money Stay , by - Willie the Kid. Song from the album Masterpiece Theatre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп