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You Can't Kill Me [Clean]
作詞:Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis, Alvin West
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all, New York City Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight The most famous town in the whole **** world The other night, **** at Lotus
I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there You know but I found this new spot We went to the other night, yo Check it out check it out how it went
It was just cool like, smooth night wit' my jewels bright Goons left goons right, coupe wit' blue lights Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls Took 'em back to the crib to break they **** off
In the loft mixin' hash and 'dro Honey spreaded that **** like a wide mouth bass Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast When the phone ring, the house lights flash
Turned down the sound, let's get down to bidness **** about to go down wit' some foul **** What the voice said, 'What up pop? Who want it?' I put the guap up, get the boy popped
He say, 'Son stop, it's dudes you feedin' Who feedin' other dudes, but they really not eatin'' Dog, why you callin' me? This our food You, handle the mouths that it trickles down to
**** want beef, I want some of that cow too But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich Don't bother me wit' silly ****, call Rico He said, 'It is Rico, of all peopleâ€
Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor To get his crime pardoned, his son's godfather Said the **** shot up my cars Last night he laid for me to come out my doors?
**** always on that bull**** To make a **** wanna open up a full clip **** always on that bull**** Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
**** always on that bull**** To make a **** wanna open up a full clip **** always on that bull**** 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit You can't kill me
High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass? Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half You speakin' hogwash, silly ****, broke to dash I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on
The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's a don What you think that he spawned? A slacker? Nah Packed the nines, yo this **** asinine Smack ya mom, relaxed and calm, then mack ya mom
In a casket, you'll get ya fashion on You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die You'll make maggots turn to flies, **** wit' Nas Remember anyone can get it at anytime
Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are So tell me how yo' **** gon' run From a C Z P O 1?
In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser Merk you wit'cha own shooters All you want is a name, pissed and insane My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen
Then it goin' off, start spittin' **** try to bring it where I live in Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at So we waited wit' the cigs blat, blat, blat
**** always on that bull**** To make a **** wanna open up a full clip **** always on that bull**** Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
**** always on that bull**** To make a **** wanna open up a full clip **** always on that bull**** Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit You can't kill me
You can't kill me You can't kill me You can't kill me
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