money and Short don't fuck for free My nigga don't fuck for free You gotta have money for the D O G Us bitches we don't fuck for free You got to have
Fordítás: Junior MAFIA. Ne Fuck ingyen.
Fordítás: Túl rövid. Ne Fuck ingyen.
and Sort don't fuck for free Chorus: My nigga don't fuck for free You gotta have money for the D-O-G Us bitches we don't fuck for free You got to have
me This ain't football why the fuck they tryin' tackle me? Really, I pick dude at the bar like really Looking like he wanna good time like, really Said he had a friend for
'll no longer have nothing left But you keep treating me like a staircase, it's time to fucking step And I won't be coming back so don't hold your fucking
Canada oh you're no fan of us? 'cause our movie and TV shows are so amateur? yeah, we laugh it off, that don't really bother me look, we ain't serious
there, you don't got a clue (You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out) Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you (You got Shaolin, don't shoot
Runnin' and I ain't lookin back for shit Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this I'll get you back I love you baby, no you don't You drive
feel me? I feel ya So you know when you fuckin with me Right, right You fuckin wit Oh oh, what are ya doin now? Told y'all niggaz Ya just don't listen
Now you wanna change the subject I ain't sweating that animosity I'm deading that Instead of rap Imma smack you dead in your trap I don't give a fuck
lead If I aimed up, I'd be on my deathbed Sucker move, for that they don't get no props Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't bust no shots We in the block
nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help
the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop for the town of fist-skill, where the hand skills
the floor See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you Niggaz out here hurtin' fool nothing is for free Mayne Fuckin
Drew Brees in this muthafucka Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this muthafucker Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupider Clips filled up, outta space, Jupiter Don't
I woke up, still king? This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me I swear to god I'll be the fucking
