Lil Mabu: предстоящие концерты
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Lil Mabu
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Matthew Peter DeLuca
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Mateusz Bartosz Strutyński
Композитор
Mikhail Strogonov
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Wavyb0i
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Whizzle
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Gxldie London
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Frank Roman
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I'm a rich scholar, rich scholar
Top Shotta, Don Dada
I'm a rich scholar, got the city shook
I make top dollar like a white-collar crook
Keep a white collar, black forces on my foot
And I stick with my brothers like the pages of uh-huh, book (book)
Gordon Ramsay, let me cook (just let me cook)
On the east side, big E, I'm not a rook though (big E, big E)
Rookie, rookie, young boy but not a rookie
Leave out the back of my school, the press out to get me
E-envy, people who envy you can't keep 'em close
They might give a quote to The Post, you know how that - go
The Post cappin', we're still doin' Greek and Latin (Greek)
Several mothers at my school hate me with a passion
They ain't want they son in school with a kid rappin'
They ain't want me to graduate, but I made it happen
Rich scholar, Top Shotta, Don Dada
The opps knew my school address and they did nada (nada)
Take your shiesty off if you don't got opps (no opps)
Periodic shawty, hot tamale, give me wocky top
Haa, like, she gave me wocky top
Periodic shawty, hot tamale, give me wocky top
Hold on, periodic mean she curvy, though (facts)
I could be tangent to your curve, but you ain't worthy - (worthy)
'Cause I'm a rich scholar (scholar)
Got the city shook (got the city shook)
I make top dollar like a white-collar crook (white collar, huh)
Keep a white collar, black forces on my foot (forces on my, huh)
And I stick with my brothers like the pages of a- (pages of a)
Don't judge a book by its cover like these mothers do (like these mothers do)
Ca-can't say their names 'cause I'd get fuckin' sued
What did I do?
Tell me, I don't got a clue, yeah
Mabu, bet your kids love me more than you (-)
I'm a rich scholar (scholar)
Got the city shook (got the city shook)
I make top dollar like a white-collar crook (white collar, huh)
Keep a white collar, black forces on my foot
And I stick with my brothers like the pages of, uh-huh, book
Uh, yo, let me cook
(Lil' Wavy Boy)
Writer(s): Mateusz Strutynski, Matthew Peter Deluca, Mikhail Strogonov
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