paroles de chanson B-Boyz - Birdman , DJ Khaled , Ace Hood , Kendrick Lamar
Yeah,
it's
We
The
Best
It's
YMCMB
One
time
for
Top
Dawg
Entertainment
(Olympicks!)
Talk
about
it,
make
'em
talk
about
it
Life
to
me
is
currency,
prosperity
I
got
it
And
your
life
to
me
is
lifeless
like
it's
livin'
on
life
support
I
license
everything
in
my
wallet,
lightest
boy
with
the
biggest
heart
Nigga
play
your
part
or
parallel
park
your
ego
next
to
me
and
violence
Next
to
me
is
definitely
no
one,
I'm
one
of
one
And
I
must've
won
that
from
anybody
who
had
it
or
better
yet
forgot
it
Mack
in
the
back
of
a
'Lac
with
a
MAC
in
the
back
of
a
'Lac
With
a
latch
on
the
back
of
the
trunk
Hit
a
punk
in
the
back
with
a
pump
in
the
back,
'til
he's
off
balance
And
I'm
back
in
the
front
of
the
front
of
the
future
when
you
are
mentioning
talent
And
I'm
in
the
back
in
the
back
of
the
block
with
a
cop
Wanna
cop
anybody's
allowance
Iraq
on
the
block,
he
watch
with
a
block
or
whatever
And
cut
no
cut
more
guns
more
guts
fuck
boy
You
fucked
up
twice
you
fucked
considerin'
you
drownin'
Die
in
a
lake
with
a
date
with
a
catfish
backflip
head
first
smilin'
C-cry
in
the
face
of
Jesus
we
just
pray
we
keep
on
stylin'
On
you
bitches
TDE,
YMCMB
business,
bitch
Ace
Hood
Birdman,
what
they
do,
big
dawg?
Mack
Maine,
what's
crackin
fool?
Big
money!
Okay
nigga
riding
in
a
May-B,
and
I'm
probably
with
Baby
Dont
talk
nigga
fuck
you
pay
me,
intercept
your
bitch
like
Bailey
Okay
big
money
on
this
side,
100
grand
for
the
whip
my
bitch
drive
Need
a
new
safe
money
getting
too
high,
dead
presidents
all
in
my
Levis
Boy,
I
swear
this
nigga
be
swagging,
and
I'm
living
lavish
Might
cop
me
an
Aston,
Martin
on
'em
Anything
I
drive
I
own
'em,
bad
bitch
and
that
ass
ain't
normal
Gotta
put
that
pound
game
on
her,
beat
it
up
she
deep
in
a
coma
I'm
super
paid,
two
shows
a
day
My
Rollie
gold,
no
time
to
waste
What
it
do
Berg,
my
fuckin'
brother
Keep
that
pistol
by
me
like
my
lovely
momma
Hot
as
the
summer,
cold
as
the
winter
Stay
on
them
charts,
I
heard
that
they
plotting
my
timber
Young
nigga,
got
a
lot
of
flows
Any
nigga
don't
believe
me,
I
make
it
look
easy
easy
out
of
control
Just
like
that
boy
Death
forbids
honor,
ya
understand
me?
Dedication,
respect
Fully
loaded,
yeah
Box
full
of
choppers,
hand
on
the
trigger
Uptown
gangsta,
get
it
how
we
get
it
Third
Ward
soldier,
suicide
rider
Militant
minded,
hundred
mill'
on
the
counter
Hand
Persian
rug
nigga,
flame
on
the
Bugatti
Christian
Louboutin,
Chanel
for
my
models
Higher
than
Bugatti
nigga,
fishing
on
the
fish
scales
Nose
diving
for
them
hundreds,
strapped
up
making
mail
Fr-fresher
than
I
been
before
Higher
than
we
even
been,
shining
on
them
24s
Junior
doing
time
hoe
On
the
grind
hoe,
while
he
doing
time
hoe
Ya
know!
That
time
is
money
and
money
still
was
made
baby
Eight
months
ain't
stop
nothing
nigga
It's
like
jail
was
third
base
and
my
lil'
nigga
still
came
home,
ya
understand?
Yeah
I'm
from
the
hood
where
bitches
hold
coke
in
they
baby
diapers
That's
why
when
the
babies
grow
up,
damn,
they
be
like
us
I
came
a
long
ways
from
rhyming
up
in
crazy
cyphers
Man
I'm
so
happy
my
lil
brother
came
home
from
Rikers
Shout
out
to
BP,
Thugga,
Flow
and
Fail
Boy
My
flow
Lucifer,
I
spit
hell
boy
My
heart
numb,
ain't
no
pain
I
can't
withstand
And
I
hold
my
niggas
down,
boy,
like
a
kickstand
Get
off
my
nuts,
stop
acting
like
a
bitch
fam
Lil'
nigga
finish
puberty,
grow
ya
own
dick,
damn
I
went
from
watching
time
fly
on
Earl
and
Red
porch
To
cruising
through
the
streets
of
Miami
in
a
red
Porsche
Me
and
Stunna
fly,
we
should
join
the
Air
Force
Stand
up
niggas,
the
fuck
you
brought
them
chairs
for?
I
went
from
making
money
from
people
with
crack
habits
To
thanking
God
I'm
in
a
whole
'nother
tax
bracket
Amen
(Olympicks)
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Album
B-Boyz (feat. Mack Maine, Kendrick Lamar, Ace Hood & DJ Khaled) - Single
date de sortie
01-01-2012
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