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Half a Mill
Fires In Hell
28
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fires In Hell κυκλοφόρησε στις 9 Μαΐου 2000 από Warlock Records ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Million
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ΆλμπουμMillion
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας9 Μαΐου 2000
ΕτικέταWarlock Records
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM65

ΕΠΙΣΚΌΠΗΣΗ

ΣΤΊΧΟΙ

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Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Half a Mill
Half a Mill
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Smith
J. Smith
Songwriter
J. Wardlaw
J. Wardlaw
Songwriter

Στίχοι

What you want, ****, big money
Spend your weak money, six money, brick money, livin' lovey
What you want, ****, mad hoes, cash flow
When you clappin bitches suck dick and lick asshole
What you want, ****, money to jet, ice rollin'
Hundreds of a guess, say fuckin' your bitch
What you want, ****, money to earn, money to burn
Enough to say money, ain't no concern
See where I come from, ****, sling crackin' bus guns
When you owe money, **** kidnap your loved ones
Runnin' your crib, gunnin' your bitch
When you go home, I got the chrome cock in your cheeks
Suckin' my dick, nut in my mouth, then I punch that out
Now you scared to death, yellin', what the fuck is that about?
M-O-N-E-Y, ****, pass that, you better gas that, ****
Show me where the cash at, I'm gonna show you
Where you gettin' glass at, put the four-five in your ashcrab
Where the stash at? M-O-N-E-Y, play it if you ain't payin' up
Be ready to die
What you want, ****, big money
Spend your weak money, six money, brick money, livin' lovey
What you want, ****, mad hoes, cash flow
When you clappin bitches suck dick and lick asshole
What you want, ****, money to jet, ice rollin'
Hundreds of a guess, say fuckin' your bitch
What you want, ****, money to earn, money to burn
Enough to say money, ain't no concern
When I get a bitch, got a bitch, bet she fuckin' suck a lotta dick
Bet she nut from the diamond glitch, you got the dick
But never try to set your **** for a truck
I got a strip, and by the way, I'm a pimp
I'ma show you how to make cash, shakin' your ass
Movin' them hips, usin' them lips, do it for chips
Make time to many M's, Jews and crits
You wanna be a star, what you do for a climb like bar
Give a **** head in the car, get your girlfriend involved
For a menage, twah, M-O-N-E-Y
Bitch is stuck in dick, get fucked with these shits, you know why
M-O-N-E-Y, got them strippin' in clubs, you dubs
I ain't gon' even lie, M-O-N-E-Y, hoes gotta eat too
Pop crisps and smoke weed too
What you want, ****
Big money, spread your weak money, six money
Brick money, livin' lovey, what you want, ****
Mad hoes, cash flow, really plottin'
Bitches suck dick and lick asshole
What you want, ****, money to jet, ice rollin'
Hundreds of a guess, say fuckin' your bitch
What you want, ****, money to earn, money to burn
Enough to say money, ain't no concern
While you cant handle this
This baguette be scandalous
Pussy sweeter than a candy fish
What you put your legs landin' thick, playin' trick
Got two hands, twenty-five grand a wrist
So **** show me where the mansion is
The brand isn't secure
Laser with the converses You run with bricks
Run with clicks Some bloods, some crips
Some bitches, come out of there swear I whip you
Shake you, baby, mama wanna come out and flip
But I'm quick to put my gun on the chicken
Confrontin' this shit I take your head buckin'
When I'm buckin' a fist Buckin' with it
What's up to you, bitch?
What you want, ****
Big money, spread your weak money, six money
Brick money, livin' lovey, what you want, ****
Mad hoes, cash flow, really plottin'
Bitches suck dick and lick asshole
What you want, ****, money to jet, ice rollin'
Hundreds of a guess, say fuckin' your bitch
What you want, ****, money to earn, money to burn
Enough to say money, ain't no concern
Who stacked though, who crack, who crack, mowin'
From the projects To a castle, it's natural
When it come to ones I'm like Alpo, me and my done
Sleep with guns Twist accounts, seek for funds
Catch up with keys Not no more, mega-G's
Skeleton, D, shit I got a cop four-four
Plus a hot drive double-O Six in the front
Six in the blunt, hit me straight Mixin' with what
M-O-N-E-Y, you wouldn't know what
You gettin' the what, cash come quicker than us
I had bitches lickin' the bust, stick it in the mouth
Stick it in the guts, she spittin' the bucks
I threw the kimster Accountin' in them truck
Rimmed up, jimmed up Uh-huh, uh-huh, hick up
Don't get it mixed up twist up big up leave one of my wrist up
Big bucks enough to split up turn the shit up
What you want, ****, big money
Spend your weak money, six money, brick money, livin' lovey
What you want, ****, mad hoes, cash flow
When you clappin bitches suck dick and lick asshole
What you want, ****, money to jet, ice rollin'
Hundreds of a guess, say fuckin' your bitch
What you want, ****, money to earn, money to burn
Enough to say money, ain't no concern
What you want, ****, big money
Spend your weak money, six money, brick money, livin' lovey
What you want, ****, mad hoes, cash flow
When you clappin bitches suck dick and lick asshole
What you want, ****, money to jet, ice rollin'
Hundreds of a guess, say fuckin' your bitch
What you want, ****, money to earn, money to burn
Enough to say money, ain't no concern
Written by: J. Smith, J. Wardlaw

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