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Paroles de la chanson Bout It Bout It par Cookie Money
Go, go
Bah, bah, rrah
Money
MikeMadeThe808s
In the dig with a hundred of them, bump songs
With some ghetto ass bitches, fake butts on
It's a pretty lil' thot I wanna nut on
'Bout no money, get the fuck on
I'm puttin' cheese on they head, call 'em Aaron Rodgers
Cookie flexin' on these niggas, fucked they baby mamas
All these Glocks got switches, they don't want no problems
It's no limit to this money, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Bah, bah, rrah
Money
MikeMadeThe808s
In the dig with a hundred of them, bump songs
With some ghetto ass bitches, fake butts on
It's a pretty lil' thot I wanna nut on
'Bout no money, get the fuck on
I'm puttin' cheese on they head, call 'em Aaron Rodgers
Cookie flexin' on these niggas, fucked they baby mamas
All these Glocks got switches, they don't want no problems
It's no limit to this money, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
My lil' brother catchin' bodies, he don't talk about it
Chopper make him say, "Ugh," like his thoughts about it
Take the soul out his ass, rip the heart up out him
I'm on the block with my niggas, I don't really party
20 G's on his head, call him Aaron Rodgers
I got a Glock in special ed, this bitch shoot retarded
Up in school gettin' head, used to shoot up parties
Stealin' bikes off the BART, now it's new Ferraris
All this ice on my chest got me cold-hearted
Bustdown on my wrist got your ho started
Chopper make him say, "Ugh," like his thoughts about it
Take the soul out his ass, rip the heart up out him
I'm on the block with my niggas, I don't really party
20 G's on his head, call him Aaron Rodgers
I got a Glock in special ed, this bitch shoot retarded
Up in school gettin' head, used to shoot up parties
Stealin' bikes off the BART, now it's new Ferraris
All this ice on my chest got me cold-hearted
Bustdown on my wrist got your ho started
Bitch, it's money on the floor, call it green carpet
Bro, we knockin' niggas down, we don't think about it
They don't even make a sound, we don't speak about it
You can't even come around if you ain't got a body
Graduated from the streets, we didn't go to college
Lost some niggas, shed a tear when I think about it
Last dime Luciano, niggas know I got it
I tried to keep it on the low but niggas know I got it
If it wasn't for this rap, you wouldn't know about me
If you trip, I got some niggas go to war about me
Bro, we knockin' niggas down, we don't think about it
They don't even make a sound, we don't speak about it
You can't even come around if you ain't got a body
Graduated from the streets, we didn't go to college
Lost some niggas, shed a tear when I think about it
Last dime Luciano, niggas know I got it
I tried to keep it on the low but niggas know I got it
If it wasn't for this rap, you wouldn't know about me
If you trip, I got some niggas go to war about me
I'm puttin' cheese on they head, call 'em Aaron Rodgers
Cookie flexin' on these niggas, fucked they baby mamas
All these Glocks got switches, they don't want no problems
It's no limit to this money, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
My lil' brother catchin' bodies, he don't talk about it
Chopper make him say, "Ugh," like his thoughts about it
Take the soul out his ass, rip the heart up out him
I'm on the block with my niggas, I don't really party
Put this cheese on your team, call 'em Green Bay Packers
Got some niggas do some drills, I just quarterback 'em
My niggas blitzin' in the field, I just run up, pack 'em
I just speak on how I live, I ain't really rappin'
Them niggas tryna get a deal, they ain't really trappin'
Mama kicked me out the crib, I had to make it happen
Niggas envy my success, they ain't even clappin'
Tryna reach for my neck, watch how quick I clap him
Make a sucker disappear, we just call him magic
He had a wife and a kid, we just call it tragic
I give a fuck how you feel if Ameer happy
Got some niggas do some drills, I just quarterback 'em
My niggas blitzin' in the field, I just run up, pack 'em
I just speak on how I live, I ain't really rappin'
Them niggas tryna get a deal, they ain't really trappin'
Mama kicked me out the crib, I had to make it happen
Niggas envy my success, they ain't even clappin'
Tryna reach for my neck, watch how quick I clap him
Make a sucker disappear, we just call him magic
He had a wife and a kid, we just call it tragic
I give a fuck how you feel if Ameer happy
I'll do a hundred years for my real family
Brandy wine on this cougar, bitch, this real candy
I just fucked his baby mama, bitch is real nasty
Cookie Money is an army, better yet, a navy
I'm goin' broke if a fuck nigga try to play me
I'm puttin' cheese on they head, call 'em Aaron Rodgers
Cookie flexin' on these niggas, fucked they baby mamas
All these Glocks got switches, they don't want no problems
It's no limit to this money, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
My lil' brother catchin' bodies, he don't talk about it
Chopper make him say, "Ugh," like his thoughts about it
Brandy wine on this cougar, bitch, this real candy
I just fucked his baby mama, bitch is real nasty
Cookie Money is an army, better yet, a navy
I'm goin' broke if a fuck nigga try to play me
I'm puttin' cheese on they head, call 'em Aaron Rodgers
Cookie flexin' on these niggas, fucked they baby mamas
All these Glocks got switches, they don't want no problems
It's no limit to this money, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
My lil' brother catchin' bodies, he don't talk about it
Chopper make him say, "Ugh," like his thoughts about it
Take the soul out his ass, rip the heart up out him
I'm on the block with my niggas, I don't really party
I'm on the block with my niggas, I don't really party
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