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Artiste:
Paul Wall
Titre:
Got It Made
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Yeah Everything wavy, you know the vibes Don Julio with the cran', the chicks dance (Yeah) I throw a couple dollars just to shut up they holler (Yeah) Bad lil’ mama looking mean in the passenger (Woo) Queens in my Acura, team full of bachelors (Yeah) Old school, still cook crack in the microwave (Uh-huh) Mini Mike Tyson back then in my fighting days (Uh-huh) Light the Haze, lil' bit of Sprite, lil' lemonade (Yeah) Put the right hook on the beat and your life could change Drop many songs, have Flex dropping bombs Overseas world tours, I get my shopping on (Facts) He had don, he a god, he a king, hе a great Swear I can’t think straight, so many things in the placе BBL booty with the slim lil' waist Yo, let's get right to it, I ain't got time to waste (Nah) Still reppin' for the streets, still diggin' in the crates Still filling up my safe, make a killing off these tapes I just spin the block, I just get paid I just want the spot, I be on the wave I just pull up throwing knots in your face 'Cause I got it made, I got it made I just spin the block, I just get paid I just want the spot, I be on the wave I just pull up throwing knots in your face 'Cause I got it made, I got it made Yeah, yeah, ayy Part-time rapper, full-time real nigga Ill figure in the hip-hop field, remember Never follow trends, stay within your own agenda Create and innovate, that way, you have a plate at dinner When I’m in the trenches, it’s different, I feel the tension You gotta pay close attention, watch, and listen Everybody know my face, I can't blend in They say the love overpower the hate, I say they tripping But I’ma keep it pimpin' like the player's ball convention And did I forget to mention? I'm the flyest rapper living Do all my own penmanship when it come to these writtens I feel like if you ain’t ready, you probably shouldn't spit it Yeah, keep a pen and pad in my grasp, it's religion Case I gotta make another bad creation, Mike Bivins Yeah, maintain my faith in Allah, I pray for wisdom Blessed to be my own boss, I make all the decisions I just spin the block, I just get paid I just want the spot, I be on the wave I just pull up throwing knots in your face 'Cause I got it made, I got it made I just spin the block, I just get paid I just want the spot, I be on the wave I just pull up throwing knots in your face 'Cause I got it made, I got it made I got a propensity to shine and it just can't be ignored Double doors with the marble floors, mine, not yours Destination on course to avoid discourse Resource from the source, planning full force I got it all off the grind, full-time workhorse Money long, not short, big trades, all sorts Cadillac, not a Porsche, candy painted, of course The top separated, I hope they don't get a divorce A head turner, when I turn the corner, I made you look I turn the bass up and left the whole block shook The paint dripping like a meadow brook, I'm no rook' But hard work and dedication really all that it took I'm papered up like a big book, big cake All work and no play with no breaks Behind the five percent tint, the glass is opaque Smoke blowing out the sunroof 'cause I stay baked, I got it made I just spin the block, I just get paid I just want the spot, I be on the wave I just pull up throwing knots in your face 'Cause I got it made, I got it made I just spin the block, I just get paid I just want the spot, I be on the wave I just pull up throwing knots in your face 'Cause I got it made, I got it made