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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: Kardinal Offishal
Песня: Set It Off (feat. Clipse)
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Kardinal Offishal – Set It Off (feat. Clipse) 0(Baraba rabababarabuh) (Wwaaoouuhhh!) Ohh Heh! [x2] Ohh Ohh Ehh! [x7] [Verse 1: Kardinal Offishall] Yo! I'm tryin not to wear three X's no more It's OK now Carter stand 6'4 You can hear the insecurity in my voice right I don't take my chain off on the mics My security piece It gives me security(security) I'm waiting for the ghetto to secure me I just put away thirty percent for my taxes Twenty for the feds, the rest under my matress Huh I gave my wallet a botox injection A bunch 'a rude boyz in'a your section Trynna give my tax bracket an erection A seventies entity Girl look at my complexion If you can smell my cologne, you're too close You small time, My +net+ what you made +gross+ Seven days everyday when you from around my way I'm married to the life girl, catchin the bouquet [Chorus: Kardinal Ofishall & Pusha-T] Set It Off(Ohh Ohh Ehh!) Fire Me Up [x4] Hold It Down(Ohh Ohh Ehh!) Yeah That's It [x4] [Verse 2: Pusha-T Of Clipse] Pusha, Yeah Trim set 'em Thin better than I Comin through in the slim leathers that's followed by the fives My and My Niggas call the coupe Jekyl and Hyde 'Cause the roof's On and Off's Like They In and Out Of Their Minds Eggshell pale ti-da-tota on the scale The old nine's is out and I ain't waiting on a deal The same time the mothafuckers bargaining and lawyering That coke money just keep pouring in and pouring in Quarter mil bling-bling, That's the price of fame, lame I should have a title and a D.E on the chain man Re-up Gang pyrex over pie roll Stir it till it's hard, Pop it out, let it dry slow Recipe for Greatness Me and Carty now Nigga taste this You fucking with the A-list. Face it. Nigga this tha' swag Four-eighty-five hangin' off my ass We call it Frivolous cash (What the fuck) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Malice of Clipse] (Now listen) Superstar Like Lupe See me in the Coupe Hot damn It's a new day I remove the roof as if it's a toupe To shed light on the jewels, Glue on blu-ray High definition I get cash two-twenty on the dash and a self start ignition Tola don't love me but she keep insisting Brain so good it's hard to keep my distance Red Carpet entrance play clothes fashion Nose in the air I smell a chanel platinum Re-Up is the Gang, I rep with a passion Till the wheels fall off and It all Come crashing Malice with Mr. Carter now Behind dark tint like we on the prowl Nothing like money make a bitch loose her blouse Well done homie, we rich take a bow. [Chorus] Ohh Heh! [x2] Ohh Ohh Ehh! [x7] |
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