Songtexte '95 - Jay Waves

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This that Cherry 95 shit

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This that Cherry 95 shit

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See I just left the car wash
My shit looking glossy as hell

You sliding with a G
Now yo ass looking bossy as hell

Kelis with yo pictures
I'm Smelling good I just popped the Chanel

The Bleu on my fabric
It match the dollars, I profited well

Never seen Harvard or Yale

Nigga never seen a JUCO
But I'm saucy as hell

That's why I dip like this
Them label owners hit me up
Because my pen like this
Self made real nigga
They ain't built like this

See I been building all these equity
Nigga ain't no checking me

Once that check clear
I'm feeling player, Bill Belamy

A nigga keep on cooking all these hits
Like what's the recipe

95 drop on PCH
It's feeling heavenly

God must of touched em

These hoes and these niggas
On my mama I can't trust
It's middle finger fuck em

Used to ride buckets (yeah)
Now I buy buckets (yeah)

Turn em into classics like Xzibit
They can't touch me (Yeah)

I see these niggas always hating on me
But every time I'm bouta drop
These niggas waiting on me

Give you old school game like a Sega on me

No matter how much bread I touch
I'll never play the homie

And niggas know
That we live by these codes, It's always up

I'm hustler baby
1-800-we getting bucks

You can call it what you want
But niggas can't call it luck

Cause we got it out the mud
Like homie hooked to a truck (yeah)

Double S, Ima representer

Real niggas feel this shit
From summer time to mid December

Top off balling
Like I practice at the staples center

5 star plates
While a nigga count this cake for dinner

This that Cherry 95 shit

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This that Cherry 95 shit

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