Текст (слова) песни: E-Money Bags f Maze, Mussolini, Noreaga - In E-Money Bags We Trust

Verse 1: (Noreaga)
We thugged out, outta state on some city shit
keepin` it real while ya`ll niggas on some pretty shit
what the dealy wit` you know I only smoke a Philly wit` famalama
I got a bitch in Atlanta
and everytime I fuck her yo it`s on camera
and I`m the freak type
get head then lay meat right
ya`ll niggas burn bridges, I could`ve had ya`ll tight
yo, I spit this
tellin` ya`ll to live with this
I could`ve had you in the bank
now you lost your rank
you gotta blame only yourself, yourself to think
yo, you know me
I hate to have to do it Homey
we used to be cool, now it`s like you don`t know me
all that jealousy shit
new enemy shit
had me thinkin` on some foul shit, takin` a risk.

Verse 2: (E-Money Bags)
Money Bags, the mafioso type
gun holster, stripes be goin` down niggas backs
lungs collapse when I be strapped
Escobar`s my witness
espionage, addictions
got me ready to pop shit up on highways, break my peoples out the
prisons
inflictin` predictions
supervision, foreshadowed wisdom
`cause when the cards roll Ladies seem forbidden
children of the corners
get it on like in the early Morn
the rooster horn
I used to have a bitch to boost upon Macy`s
Crazy Stacy, laced me in Baisley
silk robe Paisley, talkin` `bout she want a Baby
thug or Don
I bug upon slug-a-thon`s
we shrug our arms and struggle on
trials and tribulations
maintain through situations.

Verse 3: (Maze)
This is just a page of the individual Maze
the new escapades, smooth but still explosive like a grenade
I reign officially, livin` the risky life
tipsy all night
jewels swingin`, exhale from my windpipe
the game of life`s like spades
first, niggas move forward just to reverse
still I`m in it, penin` it, it hurts worse
my niggas locked like there`s a curse on the block
but live and direct
pocketin` loot for future prospects.

Verse 4 (Mussolini)
It`s been like this for decades now, foul
since a child, all into crack valves
and cats that spent Thou`s
the richer ones hardly play the streets now
catch `em in the latest BM with the top down
I fiend for scratch
half of my team did that
got my first pack, started hustlin` crack
it didn`t seem like there`s was nothin` left to do
so I blew, copped out on one-five-two
yo, niggas is slidin` through
keep the God jewel
`cause the feelin` only comes in the need of healin`
thats when the heat`s not concealin`
then it be a whole `lot of cap peelin`
a whole `lot of runnin` children
a whole `lot of squealin`
but it still can`t stop the cash from buildin`
and a bitch thats willin` to give head
leave they legs spread
no matter if diesel in the bed.

Verse 5: ( Diesel )
If there wasn`t all these cats puttin` shit on my name
I`d probably be somewhere outta town puttin` shit in the game
for fame many cats be forgettin` where they came
real niggas blaze shots put holes in your frame
if you didn`t know the game you should`ve left it alone
instead of playa hatin` me `cause I`m ridin` on chrome
my stones make your bitch wanna leave home
even hang up the phone like her spot just got blown
be for real
do you really think we don`t keep steel?
for them frontin` ass niggas tryin` to get they caps peeled.

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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: E-Money Bags f Maze, Mussolini, Noreaga - In E-Money Bags We Trust Verse 1: (Noreaga) We thugged out, outta state on some city shit keepin` it real while ya`ll niggas on some pretty shit what the dealy wit` you know I only smoke a Philly wit` famalama I got a bitch in Atlanta and everytime I fuck her yo it`s on camera and I`m the freak type get head then lay meat right ya`ll niggas burn bridges, I could`ve had ya`ll tight yo, I spit this tellin` ya`ll to live with this I could`ve had you in the bank now you lost your rank you gotta blame only yourself, yourself to think yo, you know me I hate to have to do it Homey we used to be cool, now it`s like you don`t know me all that jealousy shit new enemy shit had me thinkin` on some foul shit, takin` a risk. Verse 2: (E-Money Bags) Money Bags, the mafioso type gun holster, stripes be goin` down niggas backs lungs collapse when I be strapped Escobar`s my witness espionage, addictions got me ready to pop shit up on highways, break my peoples out the prisons inflictin` predictions supervision, foreshadowed wisdom `cause when the cards roll Ladies seem forbidden children of the corners get it on like in the early Morn the rooster horn I used to have a bitch to boost upon Macy`s Crazy Stacy, laced me in Baisley silk robe Paisley, talkin` `bout she want a Baby thug or Don I bug upon slug-a-thon`s we shrug our arms and struggle on trials and tribulations maintain through situations. Verse 3: (Maze) This is just a page of the individual Maze the new escapades, smooth but still explosive like a grenade I reign officially, livin` the risky life tipsy all night jewels swingin`, exhale from my windpipe the game of life`s like spades first, niggas move forward just to reverse still I`m in it, penin` it, it hurts worse my niggas locked like there`s a curse on the block but live and direct pocketin` loot for future prospects. Verse 4 (Mussolini) It`s been like this for decades now, foul since a child, all into crack valves and cats that spent Thou`s the richer ones hardly play the streets now catch `em in the latest BM with the top down I fiend for scratch half of my team did that got my first pack, started hustlin` crack it didn`t seem like there`s was nothin` left to do so I blew, copped out on one-five-two yo, niggas is slidin` through keep the God jewel `cause the feelin` only comes in the need of healin` thats when the heat`s not concealin` then it be a whole `lot of cap peelin` a whole `lot of runnin` children a whole `lot of squealin` but it still can`t stop the cash from buildin` and a bitch thats willin` to give head leave they legs spread no matter if diesel in the bed. Verse 5: ( Diesel ) If there wasn`t all these cats puttin` shit on my name I`d probably be somewhere outta town puttin` shit in the game for fame many cats be forgettin` where they came real niggas blaze shots put holes in your frame if you didn`t know the game you should`ve left it alone instead of playa hatin` me `cause I`m ridin` on chrome my stones make your bitch wanna leave home even hang up the phone like her spot just got blown be for real do you really think we don`t keep steel? for them frontin` ass niggas tryin` to get they caps peeled. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни In E-Money Bags We Trust: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/12502.html Все тексты песен: E-Money Bags f Maze, Mussolini, Noreaga » E-Money Bags f Maze, Mussolini, Noreaga - Thugged Out » E-Money Bags f Maze, Mussolini, Noreaga - In E-Money Bags We Trust Рекомендуем скачать: » Chris Tomlin - Salvation » crow sheryl - soak up the sun4 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » C-Murder f Mac, Kane and Abel - Bossalinie » carpenters - Its Christmas Time » Cypress Hill - Strictly Hip-Hop » Caesar - Slavesong » Cliff Richard - She Is So Beautiful » California Randy - I Got A Line On You » Covenant - Hardware Requiem » Crystal Waters - Gypsy woman » compagnons de la chansons - le galerien \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Celtas Cortos - La Senda del Tiempo » Cheap Trick - walk away \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Craig Mack (with guests) - Flava In Ya Ear (remix) » Canibus - http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/259/cani » Chaka Khan - Soul Talkin` (featuring Bobby McFerrin) » Cat Power - Sea of Love » Celtic Folk - The Skye Boat Song » Concrete Blonde - True » Cure - Screw
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