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Текст (слова) песни: Eve - Aint Got No Dough



[eve]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Bet I make you a believer

Fever, what you catch when you see her

Cheater, that be you check your beeper 9-1-1

Never eve stressin for your lovin

I dont want none

Peep her, two seater

Look at you nigga actin like you need her

You run blocks with your henney on the rocks

You dont think I see you wiling, thirsty nigga want the cock, uh

Let you lick for a minute fore I slide off

Get you mad, holla no smokey ride off

Stressing me, you aint blessing me

With your 96 rolley glistening and impressing me

Hear me though, want a job need a resume, ready though

Cause my time is like presume

You got petty dough and Im here to let you know

My time is priceless, so if you iceless, babygirl gotta go

1 - [missy]

Aint got no dough

Broke ass niggas aint got cash flow

Yall know yall cant buy shit

See me in the club trying to impress this, heh

Repeat 1

[eve]

Yo, yo

You can say Im bless I know

Niggas like em flashy drive a f50

Jets I go, go-tee Ill blow, h-y-dro

Keep em leaning the club

Hoochies screaming yall dont know

Many bitches follow me

Daddy licking out your tongue, wanna swallow me

Wanna pile me, never put no smile on me

Better stop that

Wanna see me beggin for your chips

Bet I doubt that

Whatcha lookin at huh?

Still speakin to me think you pushin it huh?

Know you pussy cat run

Cause this bitch is gonna bite

I dont light the fire

Grab it, choke it, hold it down

Ride it ruff ryde

I can give you what you need

Or give you what you like

But the pay is kind of the low

So this pussy pawn stride

Wishin you could touch me, lust me

Listen up daddy you aint ready for the bed

Try-na to give it up

Repeat 1 (2x)

[eve]

Yo, yo

Swizz got beats locked

Every time I drop shits hot

Think not and it dont stop

This bitch top notch

And yall keep watching

Play the back baby while your team keep flockin

Try-na to touch my ass

You aint got the strength to mount this stallion, I pass

Whiling out I dash

Youre that type of thug thats about they business

Piling out that cash

Long line of credit cause I like my thug to last

See they like it when I talk back

Dough stack, cut backs, we dont want that

Frontin but you flaunt that

Somethin whatcha want black

Cheap stack, keep that

Fake money nigga, fake thug

We dont need that

Whats that all about

I can see you from a mile running at the mouth

Lies poppin out

Claimin yous a hustlin type of nigga, cut it out

Yous an average type of cat

No money, no clout

[missy]

When missy flow I give yall fever, yo

If your bitch is ugly you dont need her

Feed her to a wild pack of cheetas

Yo I let yall bitches see Im off the meter, heater

Me and eve give ya seizures

Know I put your niggas down on their knees uhh, eat up

Then we treat you like skeezers, yo let me

Let me take a quick breather (ahhh!)

Yo do yall smell them trees huh?

Do you hear them bangin swizz beats huh?

Oh do you feel the rappin missy huh?

Well where you wanna roll wit me huh? me huh?

One-two misdemeanor

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Motherfucker now, motherfucker now what?

Aiight

 

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