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Prodigy
Prodigy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter:in
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Produzent:in

Lyrics

I'm hooked, I'm hooked
I'm stuck to you just like glue
Alright, alright, uh-huh
And I ain't never gon' let you go, let you go
What time is it? Dawgs sit right here
Put the kids to bed, tell y'all a story
And I ain't never gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
First worry about my money, you know what?
It's a cash explosion, it's rainin' dollars
We made it to stardom, the new albums
The fifty-fifty joint ventures, it only gets better and better
Might treat myself to a nice Ferrari for the winter
Gave my whole crib up, do not enter
'Cause the **** inside with the shotty got a temper
And I play it by the book, man, I thought he was a burglar
I'm gettin' off 'cause I served her
You wastin' that broad with that shit they want
More money than any dope man could ever see
Man, S and Bar ain't got shit on P
I'm like Trapper John 'cause I M-D
And I do surgery on the **** for free
When it come to that Tae Bo, we gettin' box loads
I pop a **** over my money, man, all I know 'em
Yeah, that's how that one go, you know what I mean?
Live that money right?
And I ain't never gon' let you go, let you go (No doubt)
And who gon' love the paper man? You gotta love the paper
If you got that much paper, you gotta hold it down
And I ain't never gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
The next one, you know what that's about (That's right)
My bestest friends, my worstest enemy (That's right)
Y'all could either save my life or be the death of me
Either get me outta drama, or put me in a locker
Y'all gon' have me wind up in that chair with the tires
Stab a **** like Myers
But I'd rather put fire to your ass like Pryor (Damn)
'Cause I prefer the iron, shoot at bitch-ass **** and do 'em like Bison
I got big jump-off that fit down my pants leg
'Lil jump-offs, your dunn know
A damn thang, **** talkin' thug on their song and the radio
But we the reason they fire proofed the Coupes
And we the same reason you bringin' reenforcements through
You'll never get me alive, my gun is like glue (Come with it, come with it)
Shots spread like the flu, do you lungs, do your peoples, I love my heaters, I'm
Yeah, you mothafuckin' right man, them hammers, man, them guns, man
And I ain't never gon' let you go, let you go
Gotta keep them thangs on you, what you know about that, though?
But you know there's one thing a **** can't live without
And I ain't never gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
And it's the bottom line right here
You know we like phatties with size, 'lil cutie pies
With the nice ass walk and bodies that talk
Make **** dig deep until they barrel the game
And pull out somethin' that'll definitely gettin' to her brain (Word)
With the perm or the braids (What up?)
It's all love, long as it curves and it's in right space (It's all good)
With a face that deserves the front page
I got the keys that'll free all birds from their cage (Let's go)
I get pussy like James, its nuttin' to point
Y'all **** takin' too long to get to the point (For real)
Y'all chicks makin' me sick, you lookin' so good, bitch (God damn)
I gotta have you, enough, I can't stop it
Gangsta love, you pretty and thug
She's like a hood **** only if he bustin' his gun
Mama, you go, girl, you keep right on, doin' what you doin'
Keepin' **** off
And I ain't never gon' let you go, let you go
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
And I ain't neva gon' let you go, let you go
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
Written by: Alan Maman, JOHNSON ALBERT J
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