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Verse 1: Brother Marquis You tried to play hard, but we pulled your cord You're just a do-boy 'cause your boss is in charge Tryin' to play big money, ain't it sad, ain't it funny You're so blind you can't see that you're really playin' dummy Gucci rags and Bronze, shinin' grills of chrome Frontin' in a caddy you don't even own You're soft, and you know that we know it You try to hide it, but can't help but show it Now the trues and vogues pull the hoes with nice figures But on the 'ave, you're a pussy-ass nigga!
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice Pussy-ass nigga with pistol in hand Comin' out of my room to the next man It's a problem you had since you were a child Always tryin' to be down but actin' stupid and wild I remember way back just to be exact We laughed at your ass when you got jacked So, fuck-ass nigga, here's something to remember: No matter what you try, you're a pussy-ass nigga!
Verse 3 [Kid Ice] You fix up your hoes like you fix your cars Give 'em rag-top heads, make 'em project stars You buy 'em Gucci bags, even Louie Baton Spendin' all your money just to get some [Marquis] And when you go out of town and stand on stage Gettin' jerked by the man instead of paid Now put a gun to your head, then pull the trigger, Now rest in peace, pussy-ass nigga!
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Virgin : Mam wszystko w...
Mam wszystko w (...) dobrze jest
Panu dziękuję
Fuck off! - to mój best
I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money honey
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i zielony
Staniesz sie tak jak nadzieja Twa
Że nikt już tylko ja
Jakie Ty w życiu cele masz?
Fura, komóra, gucci płaszcz
I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money h-
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oney
I don't want your money honey
Pokaże drzwi Ci i zielony
Staniesz sie tak jak nadzieja Twa
Że nikt już tylko ja
Tylko ja
To pa pa..
Pokaże drzwi Ci i zielony... ....
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