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Um - текст песни



Um


(feat. Swizz Beats)



[Swizz (Strings)]

Uh Where the club at?

Uh, uh where the club at?

Swizz Beats, Strings

Uh Where the club at?

Ruff Ryders



[Strings]

How come?

Niggas constantly fronting

Mouths wide open but they ain't saying nothing

Y'all dumb, bitches sound pitiful

Unoriginal, think your shit is critical

Now run, for cover when my joint come on,

Don't need a crew bitch I hold my own,

Y'all bums, get out, my shit out, I burn your crib out

With the hotness that's spinning

Want some?

Give it and get it right back

200 four, put a whole in your soul

Gun, gun in my hip, pistol pump grip

Trigger finger slip then you slip back a dip

Da bums dirty, gritty, low down

Telling me to slow down, bust four more rounds

Da club bouncing up and down and

Looking all around at niggas straight clownin'

Make money is what I do best and

Y'all niggas schemin', you better where vest then

STRINGS niggas that's my name and

When I go platinum you know I'm to blame and

And partna what'cha saying, nothing really right?

Y'all broads steady talking, your shit ain't really tight

I'm driving you off, something ain't right

My wrists all flooded, bank account cluttered

For all you motherfuckers wonderin' I stay buttered

Y'all niggas take too long to come, I'm done

I'm turning the page, I ain't got no time for games

I'm grown and I got a child your age

Make it a million degrees in this motherfucker

Try to catch your breath

And I got the joint hoppin' from the top to the left

Lyrical crack, too much will rock ya to death

In the studio makin' hits, while you failing whole sets

Any way we move you gon' get your palms wet

A beautiful but deadly MC is on the M-I-C

Prepare for your death, S-T-R-I-N-G-S, ghetto fabulous

I'mma platinum Rolley, and you ain't worth my time

I'mma silver dollar, you bitches just dimes

If you don't have class, before you have cash

You might never get it, you can't buy

Bitch you born wit' it, so go on wit' it

Cause you gon go get it, cause I done shitted

Either you wit' it or forget it, y'all niggas just plain did it

So quit it nigga



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