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Dedicated to all my niggas up North

Dedicated to the dirty South of course

Dedicated to all my niggas on the East

Dedicated to West Coast niggas is beasts ...

This from us to you and all of them

don't get gas my nigga watch your rims

I started off in a hood, in what you would call a lemon..

Me? I was a nerd, niggas thought it was a gimmick.

Now I got the maybach, curtains in linen..

White maranella with the burgundy in it.

Tinted?

For real.

Now watch how we spin it.

River side drive in about 5 minutes

4 5 2..

achoo..

Make a nigga sneeze when we ride by you.

Ice cream jeans with a march yellow top..

Polo 7-5-8s with socks.

Am I high?

Fa sho

How we count dough?

We count commas..

Yall niggas count 0's

Come to VIP nigga we can count hos...

Don't forget the candy pan sittin on vouges.

Plus I got banana clips under my clothes..

This is redicated to niggas that flips O's.

[Chorus]

Ayo come to Garcon..

Y saunt lauran

You ever seen the hard bottoms on a long vauze?

The bullets make a nigga hit the bottom real hard..

You ever seen the spikes on the new Lou Vuittons

Spike a bitch drink make a bitch go hard

Red Air Max with the fuckin Go-Karts

When you already did it, what the fuck is go hard?

Synchronize automotives, walk out with no charge.

Wit yo broad,

Oh lord, while your wife at somewhere typin

We on Rodeo somewhere swipin.

You do it like Nike, my shit Lightnin

Back to back Lambo, inside frightnin

This shit criminal we should be indicted..

Your chicks riding shotgun, had that as dikin

Like Paquiao fightin.

This shit is exciting

[Chorus]

Top down, bumpin Bar-Kays..

Hermes bucket with the Tom Ford Shades.

Four shades..

Four seasons..

Six-Fours..

More reasons..

More money..

Whore season.

Are you listenin mah?

Your cheesin.

We at the Staples on the floor, whole season..

Its the pink slip club, nigga no leasin.

Ya ex-boyfriend, Policin...

Brush em off like my moncler fleece son

You know I'm gang affiliated, don't get naughty.

We could call henchmen..

Or we could call shorty.

Or we could call Hector..

Or we could call Jorge.

Papi owe me favors..

I know he wont ignore me.

Everybody loco niggas gotta show me..

Tell ya girl there's a fire in my pants..

Blow me.

[Chorus]

The Game и Pharrell - Dedicated – текст


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