Текст (слова) песни: Chamillionaire (King Koopa) f Bun B, Lil - Platinum Stars

[Verse 1: Lil` Flip]
-Uh, Lil` Flip
I`m hoppin` out in a fendi suit
I got DVD`s in my bentley coupe
I got hoes that`s 22
they buy me clothes and tennis shoes
I`m so throwed when it come to hoes
before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes
I might take `em to Papa Deaux`s
but only if she a proper hoe
I gotta lac (what kind), a cadillac escalade
I`m wearin` jordans (which ones), very first ones made
I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier
I gotta rolley but that`s somethin` that I hardly wear
I`m Lil` Flip, the coldest freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar

[Chorus]
Who you drive? Platinum cars
Who you pull? Platinum stars
Who you write? Platinum bars
Platinum teeth, inside yo jaws
Diamond gon` rock my platinum wrist
Platinum toilet to take a ish
Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin`
so whodi watch this

[Chamillionaire]
-Yeah, ay, it`s Koopa
Gotta green back, stack in my palm
I come in Yukon black with alarm
Ice on the arm and a platinum charm
And you prolly had a thought about jackin` it nah
Of course you didn`t nigga the force is hittin`
behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin`
? sky hit a force and lift him
Top on the drop yeah of course it`s missin`
Don`t want her man to know
that I`ma hit when I`m finished I`ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he even have to know
A weddin` ring ain`t somethin` I`ma hand the hoe
Do money grow on trees? nigga the answers no
I treat g`s like seeds get a grand to grow
Car lookin` like a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the floor with a candy door
Can`t stand me no, cuz I`m havin` dough
I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow
You ain`t gettin` paper what you up in the game fa`?
Gettin` paper now couldn`t be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle pokin` outta my swangers
Chain cost me 10 g`s
Independent no label could pimp me
So it really ain`t a thing you could get free
Unless you tryna get them chains off of Pimp C
We, jammin UGK you see the jewlrey ay!
Cover ya eyes it`ll blind like a U.T. Ray
Stay throwed in the game, holdin` the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white gold in my chain
Raisin` the trunk and showin` my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the doors color change
Nah I won`t let the change go to my brain
Respect better be somethin` you hope in the game
You gon` mess around and get choked with ya chain
Flip, Bun and Chamillion in control in the game

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
-U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)
Bitch I`m the King of the underground
and the pope of Port Arthur
Keep that fire heat on ya street
and a meat in your daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover
Just distrubute my pollution, keepin` weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block again
I got them rocks again, and the blocks again
until` the cops come in
but see the better bring the SWAT my friend
Because I promise that we not runnin`
Nigga we gon` be here all day
posted in this hallway
Keep them cluckers comin` in cuz we serve `em all yay
Them nickles and dimes and quarters
That pop of the rock you a boughta
But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin` ya projects into the Carter
Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers
And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off somethin` proper
I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow
I`m down with the Pimp and the Prince
from now forever you don`t like it you must be a hoe so

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Chamillionaire (King Koopa) f Bun B, Lil - Platinum Stars [Verse 1: Lil` Flip] -Uh, Lil` Flip I`m hoppin` out in a fendi suit I got DVD`s in my bentley coupe I got hoes that`s 22 they buy me clothes and tennis shoes I`m so throwed when it come to hoes before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes I might take `em to Papa Deaux`s but only if she a proper hoe I gotta lac (what kind), a cadillac escalade I`m wearin` jordans (which ones), very first ones made I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier I gotta rolley but that`s somethin` that I hardly wear I`m Lil` Flip, the coldest freestyle ever Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar [Chorus] Who you drive? Platinum cars Who you pull? Platinum stars Who you write? Platinum bars Platinum teeth, inside yo jaws Diamond gon` rock my platinum wrist Platinum toilet to take a ish Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin` so whodi watch this [Chamillionaire] -Yeah, ay, it`s Koopa Gotta green back, stack in my palm I come in Yukon black with alarm Ice on the arm and a platinum charm And you prolly had a thought about jackin` it nah Of course you didn`t nigga the force is hittin` behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin` ? sky hit a force and lift him Top on the drop yeah of course it`s missin` Don`t want her man to know that I`ma hit when I`m finished I`ma hand the hoe Back to her man before, he even have to know A weddin` ring ain`t somethin` I`ma hand the hoe Do money grow on trees? nigga the answers no I treat g`s like seeds get a grand to grow Car lookin` like a zoo in a candy store Alligator on the floor with a candy door Can`t stand me no, cuz I`m havin` dough I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow You ain`t gettin` paper what you up in the game fa`? Gettin` paper now couldn`t be a complainer Trunk lift up at a acute angle Isoceles triangle pokin` outta my swangers Chain cost me 10 g`s Independent no label could pimp me So it really ain`t a thing you could get free Unless you tryna get them chains off of Pimp C We, jammin UGK you see the jewlrey ay! Cover ya eyes it`ll blind like a U.T. Ray Stay throwed in the game, holdin` the grain (yeah) Ice and the white gold in my chain Raisin` the trunk and showin` my bang Hoes on the swangs while the doors color change Nah I won`t let the change go to my brain Respect better be somethin` you hope in the game You gon` mess around and get choked with ya chain Flip, Bun and Chamillion in control in the game [Chorus] [Bun B] -U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings) Bitch I`m the King of the underground and the pope of Port Arthur Keep that fire heat on ya street and a meat in your daughter Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover Just distrubute my pollution, keepin` weight undercover My brother, now we back up on the block again I got them rocks again, and the blocks again until` the cops come in but see the better bring the SWAT my friend Because I promise that we not runnin` Nigga we gon` be here all day posted in this hallway Keep them cluckers comin` in cuz we serve `em all yay Them nickles and dimes and quarters That pop of the rock you a boughta But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin` ya projects into the Carter Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off somethin` proper I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow I`m down with the Pimp and the Prince from now forever you don`t like it you must be a hoe so [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Platinum Stars: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/23826.html Все тексты песен: Chamillionaire (King Koopa) f Bun B, Lil » Chamillionaire (King Koopa) f Bun B, Lil - Platinum Stars » Chamillionaire (King Koopa) f Bun B, Lil - Platinum Stars Рекомендуем скачать: » Godflesh - Baby blue eyes » Güsch Patti - Cul Cul Clan » Gerald Levert - Men Like Us » George Michael - Wake Me up Before You GoGo » Good Riddance - steps \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » G.B.H. - How Come » G.G. Allin - Fuck The Dead » Golden Earring - Desperately Trying To Be Different » Garth Brooks - In Another`s Eyes » Gary Numan - The Seed Of A Lie » Gardens Of Gehenna - Requiem » Gob - fido dildo \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » George Harrison - Rocking Chair in Hawaii » George Strait - I`m Never Gonna Let You Go » George Michael - John and Elvis are dead » Gloria Trevi - Mañana » Guano Apes - Rain » Gary Numan - Crime Of Passion » Goldfinger - You Think It`s A Joke » Ghetto Commission - Ghost in the Dark II
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