Teksty:
Ya Boy Make My Money Double

large Send it to Mississippi, surpassing the law Then the money appears the next day like voila I'm tryin to double up Nigga I tell you what My creme makes the fiends jump like double

s Bad Boy see death in ya eyes Kain Cioffe the next on the rise Damagin' shit hot stamina split You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip Money

I guess that one drink I bought her will be worth my while With ya Double-D rack and ya tattoo on ya back And I really dig the way ya pussy lookin'

freshest n-ggas seen Whippin in my jeans Shoot ya lights out im like bredick with the beam Life a game of chess, and im headed for your queen Now my stomach and my

When we touchdown From my arrival until my departure Guarantee I put this D I C K in somebody daughter, aye I still have my way with the ladies across

year boy Yeah and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got Trippin off you cause you had your shot With my skin tanned and my hair long And my

ol' Cleveland I.A. Livin' and lastin' Blast away, fuck scrapping, fuck scrapping Me and my militant minded, thug ass, mothafuckin' niggaz Ya bitch made mothafucka, let my

house all eye's on me Jump in my 5 double 0 B E N Z X L and I hit the freeway Nigga thought I told ya (Told ya) That the war ain't over (Over) You can

, bloody mo' murder murder Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya