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Uncle Quincy they gon dig this

haha, hold up

[Chorus]

Alright people, I wanna see you dance if your type forever

get your hands up, say hey

and shawty you’re looking good

come here, let me see you dance

get ya hands up

[T.I]

I got to the park, supercool, stupid hot

he the freshest from his fitted down to the shoes and socks

can you wanna like it, could’nt care less if you do or not

A reminder for those of you who forget

here’s the king partna’, ya aint bout to say a big deal I’m not

fifty mill I got, double down why not

177 Aston Martin cash and carry off the lot

they say money talk but listen Shorty cause I talk a lot

incredible, my pockets and a cherry red drop

your money funny, big diamonds in the words red boss

We’re gonna be smoking the city when I come kicking come and witness

8 hundred young women all here for Young fif

listen, if i really dig her, let her meet my uncle Quincy

catch up with me suckers gonna need a solid month of?

many moons will it take you baffoons, many goons

presents fill up any room, King back gimme room

[Chorus]

[B.o.B]

I told the World what I’m gon do, check the charts if you want proof

number 1 and number 2, I’ll take the rest, don’t mind if I do

pull my seat up to this table in the game, where’s my food

but frankly, I accomplished what they said I’ll never do

or maybe you’ve been sleeping or snoozing on me before

or possibly, blocking me from opening doors

and everybody surprised now

3 years down the road, but where was everybody

when albums wasn’t exposed

who cares if it aint fair

cause I mean?

Bob on beast, Bob on blast, Bob is everything you say

its finesse, an expression, an emphasis on my name

talking record labels corporations this is entertainment

here is what I meant

they be like “hey Bob try this”

put on this shirt, put on these jeans

put on this hat, that’d be the sh-t

rap it like that, sing it like this

yeah yeah yeah

that’ll be a hit

whats his name,

?

[Chorus]

[Young Dro]

hey look, came on so hard

you don’t see the star in me

Dro, I can do anything, you don’t see the heart in me

pressure becomes combustible

wheels squeezing the arteries of haters

plus my uncle is Quincy Jones so pardon me

I like riding a may

?

when it come to money boy, we got that?

looking bad as ever, mansion in the panamerica

why sick, I’m extravagant and clever

will damage you, it’s whatever

Grand Hustle Kings

I wont get off the mic until that thing starts sizzling

block you like a histamine

this is really history

watch ya old lady ‘fore I slip in with this hickory

like elmo y’all tickle me

why I still be ripping beats

backing fantastic, tell me that you’ve been listening

white on white, drop back joint

T.I in a ride out

2 of the best in the game, what you gotta decide about

[Chorus]

T.I. и Young Dro - Grand Hustle Kings – текст


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