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Текст (слова) песни: Young Bleed f Too $hort - Time and Money

(Young Bleed)
See, we can make it happen and keep em jumpin like jacks
If ya know that`s a nigga aphrodesiac
Nigga, where the geez be at?
You can catch me chillin steady feelin` like what what what
Y`all niggas get the feelin` huh
Willin` and able to snatch the money off the table and keep bailin`
and hailin` them twigs, nigga ain`t no tellin`
Steady hustlin` high it`s do or die for a hustla
Do your thing remain same and loyal customers
Pack your things with mufflers and watch yo back
It`s like that, we gon` ice that
But if they strike back is you ready for me?
Better be, some hoes will never be
Slippin` in this game, nigga never me
Nigga, don`t give a fuck if ya bigger
The zag zipper got it off the hook
Know the bitches, no look haters don`t wanna crumble the crook
Leave em shook, keep flippin` em
See that`s the past time, but nigga, your boys follow me,
I`m gonna blast mine
Nigga huh, nigga what

Chorus: Young Bleed (repeat 2X)

Time is money, money is time,
that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind,
call it a crime, that`s the life of a hustla,
anything in my way, I"m comin` for your jugular
(*Too Short says "Bitch!" throughout repeat*)

(Too $hort)
Now where you think you goin` bitch, I ain`t through with you
I ain`t seen no other hoes I wanna do it to
got you hella drunk, so I might as well keep you
take you to a hotel and freak you bitch
Short Dogg gettin` at that ass
I stripped her butt naked then I tapped that ass
I could tell the way she dance, she like to fuck
Gotta get her out the pants, I like em up
Punk bitches stare, they can`t compare to you
These fake hoes don`t know what real players do, bitch
I popped in the nudey tape, bitch
I love the way the booty shakes
So when I hit it from the backside say oh shit
Gotta get it like that while I stroke the clit
Roll a big fat join start smokin` it
Cuz I`m a real ass nigga I ain`t jokin` Bitch, bitch, bitch, BEOTCH

Chorus: Too $hort

Time is money, money is time,
that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind,
call it a crime, that`s the life of a hustla,
and if ya get in my way, you gettin` fucked up BITCH

(Young Bleed)
Lookin` at the sunshine and it`s about that time
Fo a nigga like me to get down for mine
From the heavens to the clouds, for the sky to the earth, Breakin` dirt
for whatever it`s worth
You know, gotta take it slow though
People gonna wanna take my photo
You don`t know though, that`s why I stay solo
Hounded like a mad man, kickin` up dust
Ready to bust on whoever wanna get in my way
No more discussion, what`s the repercussion?
When it really don`t matter, niggas get shattered dreams,
when they see the buckshots scatter
Save the chatter for the mama, you ain`t bout no drama
I can see it in ya eyes, your just another number
Welcome to the world of the hustlas, playas, and pimps
Where if it don`t make dollars, then it don`t make sense
That`s evidence, I touched the game and no left no fingerprints
And dug up the grave of slaves, flippin` dead presidents, ya heard me

Chorus: Young Bleed (solo 2X)

(Young Bleed)
Young Bleed, Too Short, 99, know what I`m sayin, one time nigga

 

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