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Текст (слова) песни- Time and Money - Young Bleed f Too $hort Текст (слова) песни: Young Bleed f Too $hort - Time and Money
(Young Bleed) See, we can make it happen and keep em jumpin like jacks If ya know that`s a nigga aphrodesiac Nigga, where the geez be at? You can catch me chillin steady feelin` like what what what Y`all niggas get the feelin` huh Willin` and able to snatch the money off the table and keep bailin` and hailin` them twigs, nigga ain`t no tellin` Steady hustlin` high it`s do or die for a hustla Do your thing remain same and loyal customers Pack your things with mufflers and watch yo back It`s like that, we gon` ice that But if they strike back is you ready for me? Better be, some hoes will never be Slippin` in this game, nigga never me Nigga, don`t give a fuck if ya bigger The zag zipper got it off the hook Know the bitches, no look haters don`t wanna crumble the crook Leave em shook, keep flippin` em See that`s the past time, but nigga, your boys follow me, I`m gonna blast mine Nigga huh, nigga what Chorus: Young Bleed (repeat 2X) Time is money, money is time, that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, call it a crime, that`s the life of a hustla, anything in my way, I"m comin` for your jugular (*Too Short says "Bitch!" throughout repeat*) (Too $hort) Now where you think you goin` bitch, I ain`t through with you I ain`t seen no other hoes I wanna do it to got you hella drunk, so I might as well keep you take you to a hotel and freak you bitch Short Dogg gettin` at that ass I stripped her butt naked then I tapped that ass I could tell the way she dance, she like to fuck Gotta get her out the pants, I like em up Punk bitches stare, they can`t compare to you These fake hoes don`t know what real players do, bitch I popped in the nudey tape, bitch I love the way the booty shakes So when I hit it from the backside say oh shit Gotta get it like that while I stroke the clit Roll a big fat join start smokin` it Cuz I`m a real ass nigga I ain`t jokin` Bitch, bitch, bitch, BEOTCH Chorus: Too $hort Time is money, money is time, that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, call it a crime, that`s the life of a hustla, and if ya get in my way, you gettin` fucked up BITCH (Young Bleed) Lookin` at the sunshine and it`s about that time Fo a nigga like me to get down for mine From the heavens to the clouds, for the sky to the earth, Breakin` dirt for whatever it`s worth You know, gotta take it slow though People gonna wanna take my photo You don`t know though, that`s why I stay solo Hounded like a mad man, kickin` up dust Ready to bust on whoever wanna get in my way No more discussion, what`s the repercussion? When it really don`t matter, niggas get shattered dreams, when they see the buckshots scatter Save the chatter for the mama, you ain`t bout no drama I can see it in ya eyes, your just another number Welcome to the world of the hustlas, playas, and pimps Where if it don`t make dollars, then it don`t make sense That`s evidence, I touched the game and no left no fingerprints And dug up the grave of slaves, flippin` dead presidents, ya heard me Chorus: Young Bleed (solo 2X) (Young Bleed) Young Bleed, Too Short, 99, know what I`m sayin, one time nigga
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