| What you know about champagne every night
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| Bad bitches everywhere, Barry White
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| Hit the things, I could bury white
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| Countin’up a million dollars every night
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| Hit the mall blow up Kinda hard when you’re sleeping on Dolce
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| Wake up drinkin Rose
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| Killin’that white bitch, OJ Smokin that exotic, grinding that forty
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| All around trippin', I aint talkin bout touring
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| Yeah, countin’money til ya boring
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| Mad?, that? |
| where you goin'
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| Flat screens on the walls, iMacs
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| Michael Turners on decks, hand bags
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| Dirty white, yeah the kat stacks
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| We don’t sleep round here, we take cat naps
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| Wesley Snipes, it’s the money train
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| Swear the work came faster than the money came
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| Sometimes the money be faster than the cars is Feds aint watching and then them broads is Could end anyday and you know better
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| Now you watch the frito lay, yeah you know cheddar
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| Double bags at the spot, luggage in the place
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| Louie V on deck, luggage on my waist
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| I woke up sayin’I aint drinking no more
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| Same night in the spot drinkin’Coco
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| Loso, bad bitch think she know so Got a man cuffin', think he popo
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| She tryna go below the belt, thinkin’low blow
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| I’m thinking oh yeah, he thinkin’oh no
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| I’m on my high horse, thinking Polo
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| Got the 9 on me so I think I’m Romo
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| Uh, I’m about that life
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| Bring you in the game, let you meet my wife
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| Married to the, asking am I gettin cheddar now
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| They say I do, like a wedding vow
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| That AirTran we flying for cheap
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| And you niggas sleepin’on me, hope you die in your sleep
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| OJ, yeah probably don’t get it
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| I’m the best that ever did it and got away with it Italian money and everything with 'em
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| Gloves don’t fit 'em so they gotta acquit him
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| Aint nobody seen it, but everybody heard it The whole town hatin', they waitin’on a verdict
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| Tell 'em niggas pop off, I’m waitin on a drop off
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| I aint leaving the block til I knock the box off
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| Yeah taking care of the whole fam
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| Bought the Porsche gave the M to my old man
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| More money more problems
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| More grams, more real estate, more land
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| At fight night I be ringside
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| I let them things fly, just put 1.5 under my kingsize
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| I look at the world through a kings eyes
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| I was born to spit bars and sling?
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| I aint wealthy yet but I’m quite rich
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| I just gotta keep killin’that white bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song OJ , by - Young Jeezy. Song from the album TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп