Текст (слова) песни: Memphis Bleek - Do My

[jay-z]

Turn that motherfucker louder

Its the roc in this motherfucker

Bi-otch!

Oh yeah, bounce, uh uhbounce

Yeah, yeah bounce, come on

Oh come on bounce, come on

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?

(yeah, yeah, come on)

Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?

(yeah, yeah, come on)

[memphis bleek]

Do my ladies run it

Fat asses and flat stomachs

Throw a hand in the air

If its the year of the woman

Or my dogs run it

Let em know that youre still gunnin

Throw a drink in the air

Let em know you still thuggin

Yo I come through, few of my mans

Scoop you and your friends

You, you, and you with the timbs

In tight jeans, chinese eyes

Indian hair, black girl ass

Let me pour you a glass of belvi

Tell me all about your past

Let me console your soul

While I palm your ass

And your man did what?

He aint give you?

He cheated with her

I cant diss duke

I tell you this though

Get with this dude

Ill teach you about dough

And show you what this do

(its a secret society, all we ask is trust)

But I dont freeze bitches

Just skeeze bitches

Break up happy homes

Just seize misses

Youll never get her back once you get a yacht

How you love that?

How you love that?

[jay-z]

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?

(yeah, yeah, come on)

Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?

(yeah, yeah, come on)

[memphis bleek]

Do my ladies run it

Fat asses and flat stomachs

Throw a hand in the air

If its the year of the woman

Or my dogs run it

Let em know that youre still gunnin

Throw a drink in the air

Let em know you still thuggin

Ay yo back woods rollin

Rap you cant hold em

Roc gear matchin crews

Bleek is chillin, murda is chillin

What more can I say?

We still killin em

Bags we still dealin em

Four wheels, we wheelin them

Chicks like Im feelin him

Yeah ma okay

Black jeans and timberlands

Give them adrenaline rush

Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us

We the r-o-c and we dont stop

They dont make a gun that we dont pop

Matter fact they dont make a car that we dont drop

Thought you knew they dont make jewels that we dont cop

What you knew? you actin like the roc aint hot

Or the car that I cop aint missin a top

And even if they dont make drops that kind

I tear da roof off like Im busta rhymes motherfucker

[jay-z]

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?

(yeah, yeah, come on)

Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Come on, come on

[memphis bleek]

Do my ladies run it

Fat asses and flat stomachs

Throw a hand in the air

If its the year of the woman

Or my dogs run it

Let em know that youre still gunnin

Throw a drink in the air

Let em know you still thuggin

[jay-z]

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?

(okay)

Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?

(uh-huh, okay, uh-huh)

Come on, come on

Its the r-o-c, we dont stop

Its the r-o-c, we dont stop

Its the r-o-c, we dont stop

Uh memp bleek, the understanding niggas

Get your mind right, ha-ha

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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: Memphis Bleek - Do My [jay-z] Turn that motherfucker louder Its the roc in this motherfucker Bi-otch! Oh yeah, bounce, uh uhbounce Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come on bounce, come on Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (yeah, yeah, come on) [memphis bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If its the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let em know that youre still gunnin Throw a drink in the air Let em know you still thuggin Yo I come through, few of my mans Scoop you and your friends You, you, and you with the timbs In tight jeans, chinese eyes Indian hair, black girl ass Let me pour you a glass of belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul While I palm your ass And your man did what? He aint give you? He cheated with her I cant diss duke I tell you this though Get with this dude Ill teach you about dough And show you what this do (its a secret society, all we ask is trust) But I dont freeze bitches Just skeeze bitches Break up happy homes Just seize misses Youll never get her back once you get a yacht How you love that? How you love that? [jay-z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (yeah, yeah, come on) [memphis bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If its the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let em know that youre still gunnin Throw a drink in the air Let em know you still thuggin Ay yo back woods rollin Rap you cant hold em Roc gear matchin crews Bleek is chillin, murda is chillin What more can I say? We still killin em Bags we still dealin em Four wheels, we wheelin them Chicks like Im feelin him Yeah ma okay Black jeans and timberlands Give them adrenaline rush Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us We the r-o-c and we dont stop They dont make a gun that we dont pop Matter fact they dont make a car that we dont drop Thought you knew they dont make jewels that we dont cop What you knew? you actin like the roc aint hot Or the car that I cop aint missin a top And even if they dont make drops that kind I tear da roof off like Im busta rhymes motherfucker [jay-z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (yeah, yeah, yeah) Come on, come on [memphis bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If its the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let em know that youre still gunnin Throw a drink in the air Let em know you still thuggin [jay-z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (okay) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (uh-huh, okay, uh-huh) Come on, come on Its the r-o-c, we dont stop Its the r-o-c, we dont stop Its the r-o-c, we dont stop Uh memp bleek, the understanding niggas Get your mind right, ha-ha Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Do My: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/22453.html Все тексты песен: Memphis Bleek » Memphis Bleek - I Get High » Memphis Bleek - Pain In Da As Intro » Memphis Bleek - I Wont Stop » Memphis Bleek - Everyday » Memphis Bleek - You A Thug N**a » Memphis Bleek - Understand Me Still » Memphis Bleek - They Will Never Play Me » Memphis Bleek - Memphis Bleek is... » Memphis Bleek - All Types of Shit » Memphis Bleek - Change Up » Memphis Bleek - Murda 4 Life » Memphis Bleek - Is That Yo Bitch » Memphis Bleek - What You Think of That » Memphis Bleek - 1-2-3 » Memphis Bleek - Bounce Bitch » Memphis Bleek - I Wanna Love U » Memphis Bleek - Now » Memphis Bleek - Do My » Memphis Bleek - In My Life » Memphis Bleek - Change Up Рекомендуем скачать: » Clash, The - Drug Stabbing Time » crack - maybe \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Cappadonna - The Yin and the Yang » Clint Black - Under the Mistletoe » Church, The - Just For You » Curve - Wish You Dead » cold chisel - standing on the outside \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Cake - sheep go to heaven \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Cox Deborah - The Sound Of My Tears » Cold Chillin` Juice Crew - Cold Chillin` Christmas » Cales - Faces In The Walls » Cranberries - Salvation » Clegg Johnny - Asimbonanga (mandela) » cossette sylvain - Loin De Nous » Conway Twitty - She`s in Love » chapman beth nielsen - Heads Up For The Wrecking Ball » Coolio - Money (Dollar Bill Y`all) » Celine Dion - I Remember L.A. » Crazy C - Chapter Three » Children of the Corn (Killah Cam`Ron, Bl - Harlem Nights
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