Текст песни T.I. - Parlay (feat. D.O.P.E.)

Trouble Man: Heavy Is The Head (Deluxe Edition)
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: T.I.
Альбом: Trouble Man: Heavy Is The Head (Deluxe Edition)
Длительность: 04:14
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[Intro: T.I.] I got dough Bap Grand Hustle nigga Hustle Gang nigga Yeah yeah yeah Bap HEY HEY Get Dough Or Die nigga Broke nigga eat your heart out Okay bruh [Hook: T.I.] Yeah, ay never mind that Blasé-Blasé, all we do is parlay All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay Ferrari Maserati riders, all we do is parlay All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay We living every day like Friday, all we do is parlay All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay Just ask them hoes they know about us, all we do is parlay All we do is parlay, say all we do is parlay [Verse1: T.I.] Got May-backs on they block and a watch tank top, two chain Snap-backs and cargo; them racks I got carloads My flow sick, got parvo, my swag on retardo A bunch of G' when we ride ho, we live no Apollo Got strippers, got star hoes, we talk shit, swallow spit In mansions and condos, they quick to swallow dick Fly G-4 to the West coast, under palm trees popping Dom P With a hazel-eyed big blonde weave that got a jungle booty, Jumanji All I do is wake up, cake up, smear these bitches makeup In them new Margiela flavors in Montego Bay, Jamaica Hundred karat chain, solitaire, no Pavé Never mind they Blasé-Blasé, all we do is parlay [Hook] [Verse 2: D.O.P.E.] Yeah, yeah, yeah Ay thug, got me leaning to my left, fake as hell I be sagging like a thug, buy a ho the Louis belt The whole clique, throwing ten, I can do that by myself My sound ground, they be alien and don't know it like they live I get my cash straight out K truck, nigga wanna try me I'mma hit [?] ASAP, he gon' drive the fever Make it failing like it stay flake Nigga we'll get you well-done, the state way, [?] bumping with my [?] My house stay where the lake stay, Benz seat where my ass stay I'm making plays on a good day and I'm parlaying on a bad day My Red Bottoms say CL, My Benz coupe say CL Sharp than they two hill, oops, [?] bitch! [Hook] [Verse 3: D.O.P.E.] Ay, all I do is parlay, I do everything the star way I got bitches fucking with me, pussy sweeter than a parfait Sell all of my parquet, at the other end of Parkway Nigga try me and I'll make that chopper sing like a Bar-Kay All I do is parlay, all I do is parlay I been getting money so I'm calling Target "Targét" All of the bitches go our way, I'm killing these niggas the bar way You can't be a nigga they say is a dawg unless they referring to Shar-Peis Me and that Gucci won't part ways, bitch I be fresh as a fool (fool) These are the brooks in my forte, sometimes I be dressed in the cool (cool) I know I be winning cause suckers be constantly trying to catch up with my mood (mood) Sit back and watch while I turn up a notch, just [?] just what I [?] [Hook]
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