Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Imaginary Player

Yeah
I mean like
I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know
I was popping that Cristal
when all y`all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know
Wearing that platinum shit
when all y`all chicks thought it was silver and shit
I got to be the pioneer of this shit
Bottom line
I`m going to show you how to do it
Check it

Verse One:

I spit that other shit
That`s the nice motherfucker shit
Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga
You beer money, I`m all year money
I`m popping, you ain`t got to count it, it`s all there money
I never change money `cause niggas got strange money
Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money
I got bail money, XXL money
You got flash now, one time we`ll reveal money
I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit
That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
You got show dough, little to no dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough
I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough
You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo

Chorus: (4x)

Imaginary Players

Verse Two:

And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats
All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack
When I see them in the street, I don`t see none of that
Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at?
Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Those ain`t rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?
Y`all rapping-ass niggas, y`all funny to me
Selling records, being you but still you want to be me
I guess for every buck you make it`s like a hundred for me
And still you running around thinking you got something on me
But I done did it
And y`all want to take my flow, and run with it
That`s cool, I was the first one with it
Original, jiggas the future flow digital
Still busting a gat when she gets critical
Sit it down, I don`t want y`all to get it confused
I rip it down, like I ain`t got nothing to lose

Chorus

Verse Three:

Groupies I leave them all fucked
Niggas - all struck
Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks
Last year, when niggas thought it was all up
But this year I`ve done it again, jigga!
What the fuck
Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining
Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace, ain`t nothing sweet
I still throw t`ree in your body, fleeing the party
Y`all can`t go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me
I flow like the 5 series, in various areas
And blow holes in your weak niggas theories
It`s funny how one verse can fuck up the game
You bought a 4.0 you better get your change
Ain`t no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame
Ain`t no manicures on board, then switch your plane

Chorus

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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: Jay-Z - Imaginary Player Yeah I mean like I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know I was popping that Cristal when all y`all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know Wearing that platinum shit when all y`all chicks thought it was silver and shit I got to be the pioneer of this shit Bottom line I`m going to show you how to do it Check it Verse One: I spit that other shit That`s the nice motherfucker shit Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga You beer money, I`m all year money I`m popping, you ain`t got to count it, it`s all there money I never change money `cause niggas got strange money Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money I got bail money, XXL money You got flash now, one time we`ll reveal money I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit I got blood money, straight up thug money That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money You got show dough, little to no dough Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo Chorus: (4x) Imaginary Players Verse Two: And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack When I see them in the street, I don`t see none of that Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at? Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that? Those ain`t rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that? Y`all rapping-ass niggas, y`all funny to me Selling records, being you but still you want to be me I guess for every buck you make it`s like a hundred for me And still you running around thinking you got something on me But I done did it And y`all want to take my flow, and run with it That`s cool, I was the first one with it Original, jiggas the future flow digital Still busting a gat when she gets critical Sit it down, I don`t want y`all to get it confused I rip it down, like I ain`t got nothing to lose Chorus Verse Three: Groupies I leave them all fucked Niggas - all struck Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks Last year, when niggas thought it was all up But this year I`ve done it again, jigga! What the fuck Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds Rock more Versace, ain`t nothing sweet I still throw t`ree in your body, fleeing the party Y`all can`t go with me, nope, flow with me Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me I flow like the 5 series, in various areas And blow holes in your weak niggas theories It`s funny how one verse can fuck up the game You bought a 4.0 you better get your change Ain`t no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame Ain`t no manicures on board, then switch your plane Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Imaginary Player: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/2467.html Все тексты песен: Jay-Z » Jay-Z - hey papi \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Jay-Z - It`s Alright (OST) » Jay-Z - Lucky Me » Jay-Z - More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix) » Jay-Z - 2 Many Hoes » Jay-Z - Sunshine » Jay-Z - Show You How » Jay-Z - 22 Two`s » Jay-Z - U Don`t Know » Jay-Z - The Streets is Watching » Jay-Z - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life » Jay-Z - In My Lifetime » Jay-Z - Heart Of The City (Ain`t No Love) » Jay-Z - The Best Of Both Worlds » Jay-Z - Breathe Easy » Jay-Z - Lucky Me » Jay-Z - Bitches & Sisters » Jay-Z - Early This Morning » Jay-Z - Meet the Parents » Jay-Z - Cashmere Thoughts Рекомендуем скачать: » Геннадий Васильев - Куплеты Зойки и Обольянинова » Гости из Будущего - Грустные сказки » Гости из Будущего - Зима » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Человек человеку » Геннадий Жуков - Говорила мне печаль осиянная... » Группа риска - Над Синаем-pекой » Геннадий Чугуев - Третья зона... » Гарик Кричевский - Таня-джан » Гиви Чрелашвили - Непримиримость » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Государство » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Сквозь дыру в моей голове » Георгий Дубенецкий - Посвящение Чегету и креплениям Маркер М4-15. » Григорий Дикштейн - Песни святое вино » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Поживем » Г.Сукачев - А я милого... » Геннадий Жаров - Не откреститься, не забыть » Галина Айзендорф - Нелепая история... » Грин Грей (Green Grey) - Эмигрант » Гости из Будущего - Мой baby (дни увядают, как цветы) » Гайк Мкртчян - Два лягушонка очень зеленых...
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