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• Artiste: Juelz Santana
• Titre: Home Run
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(feat. Lil Wayne) [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Aight, I'm baaaack Wake up in the mornin with one thought I gotta get it Then I hop up in the shower, had my b-tch already in it While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts Hopped out the shower soaking wet I'm already fly and I ain't even put my clothes on yet Cause They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly) [x3] Aight, ya n-ggas know me! Hip Hop Music Send This Ringtone To Your Cell Now! ! ! Hip Hop Music [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now I got money on money, and b-tches on b-tches Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness I got money on my mind, and I'm thinking all day Keep a bad b-tch to f-ck me when I had a long day Cause my money make money and my b-tches get b-tches Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness I get baseball money, check my home run average Take over the game and let my homeboys have it [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Uh, aight Ok I'm up to the plate, homerun is gone You know what that means, time to bring that money home Brown paper bags still talk that money And my money make money I don't touch that money I got money mad at me yeah upset money I got money over money that's bumpin money Crib so spacious, whip so matrix Keep chicks with me, and the hips bodacious Lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com N-gga like me move quick, no patience Rockstar life, everyday click wasted Everyday's a long day, I get money the long way Go to sleep then wake up with it, bed full of naked b-tches They know I got that juice and they just want a taste, a sippin' I be battin', they be pitchin', Barry Bonds the way I hit it Listen, they get fly (they get fly), I am fly (am fly) Aight, ya n-ggas know me! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] Uhhh I'm international like my f-cking visa Swag on Easter, that wrist on freezer That b-tch on diva, waist on heater Lungs on reefer, pockets on pizza And when it come to gettin doe I'm a roll like Peter (yup) Coke on the scale, Libra Hail Mary n-ggas, no Mother Teresa Aight, I'm forever on my grind (grind) Cause you can freeze the watch but you can never freeze the time (no) You pop sh-t, I show sh-t You got sh-t, I own sh-t That fly sh-t, I'm on it I'm hawk shit, you novice Man, ok I'm up to the plate, homerun is gone You know what that means, it's time to bring that money home [Chorus] [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] Wake up in the mornin with one thought I gotta get it Then I hop up in the shower, had my b-tch already in it While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts Hopped out the shower soaking wet I'm already fly and I ain't even put my clothes on yet Cause They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly) [x3] Aight, ya n-ggas know me"