- ScarFace platinum star在 歌詞
- ScarFace
- Lil Flip,
Lil FlipIm hoppin out in a
Fendi suit,
I got DVDs in my
Bentley Coupe
I got hoes thats 22, they buy me clothes and tennis shoes
Im so throwed when it come to hoes
Fore I get they phone number they come outta they clothes
I might take em to
Pappadeauxs but only if she a proper hoe
I got a llac, what kind?
A Cadillac
EscaladeIm wearin
Jordans, which ones?
The very first ones made
I got a watch, what kind?
An iced-out
CartierI got a
Roley but thats somethin that
I hardly wear
Im Lil Flip, the coldest freestyle ever
Since day one
I was programmed to get this cheddar
Do you drive platinum cars?
Do you pull platinum stars?
Do you write platinum bars?
Platinum teeth, inside your jaws
Diamond gon rock my platinum wrist, platinum toilet to take a ish
Gold is gold and platinum is happenin so, wodie, watch this
Yeah, aiy, its
KoopaGot a greenback, stack in my palm
I come in a
Yukon black with alarm
Ice on the arm and a platinum charm
And you prolly had a thought about jackin it, naw
Of course you didnt nigga the force is hittin
Behind the throwback,
I show that the boys is trippin
Beam me up
Scotty, yeah, the forcell lift him
Top on the drop, yeah, of course its missin
Dont want her man to know
That Ima hit when
Im finished
Ima hand the hoe
Back to her man befo, he even have to know
A weddin ring aint somethin,
Ima hand a hoe
Do money grow on trees?
Nigga, the answers no
I treat Gs like seeds, get a grand to grow
Car lookin like the zoo in a candy sto
Alligator on the flo with a candy do
Cant stand me no cause
Im havin dough
I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow
You aint gettin paper what you up in the game for?
Gettin paper now, couldnt be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a acute angle
Isosceles triangle pokin outta my swanger
Chain cost me 10
GsIndependent, no label could pimp me
So it really aint a thing you could get free
Unless you tryin to get them chains off of
Pimp CWe, jammin
U.G.K. you see the jewelry, ay
Cover your eyes itll blind like a
UV rayStay throwed in the game, holdin the grain
Ice and the white gold in my chain
Raisin my trunk and showin my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the dos color change
Nah, I wont let the change go to my brain
Respect better be somethin that you hopin to gain
You gon mess around and get choked witcha chain
Now Flip,
Bun and Chamillionaire controllin in the game
Do you drive platinum cars?
Do you pull platinum stars?
Do you write platinum bars?
Platinum teeth, inside your jaws
Diamond gon rock my platinum wrist, platinum toilet totake a ish
Gold is gold and platinum is happenin so, wodie, watch this
U, under,
G, ground,
K, kingsBitch,
Im that King of the
Underground and the
Pope of Port
ArthurKeep that fire heat on ya street and the meat in your daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover
Just distribute my pollution, keepin weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block again
I got them rocks again and them blocks again, until the cops come in
But see they better bring the
SWAT my friend
Because I promise that we not runnin
Nigga, we gon be here all day, posted in this hallway
Keep them cluckers comin in cause we gon serve em all yay
Them nickles and dimes and quarters
That powder the rock you a-boughta
Mo dope than we oughta, nigga, we turnin your projects into
The Carter
Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers
And the Texas boyll automatically break you off somethin proper
I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow
Im down with the
Pimp and the
Prince, from now ever since
You dont like it you must be a hoe so
Do you drive platinum cars?
Do you pull platinum stars?
Do you write platinum bars?
Platinum teeth, inside your jaws
Diamond gon rock my platinum wrist, platinum toilet to take a ish
Gold is gold and platinum is happenin so, wodie, watch this
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