paroles de chanson Intro - Lord Infamous
You
better
get
familiar
with
the
sound,
baby
Is
what
happens
when
you
win
a
Oscar
They
make
'em
sing
for
you
Juicy
J,
DJ
Blak
It's
the
conexion,
baby
I'm
still
working
while
I'm
on
vacation
You
can't
tell
me
nothing
by
my
dedication
Weed,
pills
and
that
drank,
that's
my
medication
Feet
up
in
my
whip
cause
it's
very
spacious
Hey,
hold
up,
hold
up
I
told
you
with
no
mistake
Ain't
no
missunderstanding
Juicy
J,
DJ
Blak
Yeah,
we
here,
baby
O's
to
Oscars
Who
the
fuck
would
ever
thought
we
would
win
a
Oscar
in
here?
I'm
still
working
while
I'm
on
vacation
You
can't
tell
me
nothing
by
my
dedication
Weed,
pills
and
that
drank,
that's
my
medication
Feet
up
in
my
whip
cause
it's
very
spacious
All
these
niggas
nervous,
what
the
fuck
is
pressure?
You
not
on
this
level
cause
you
lack
the
effort
You
thought
you
seen
the
drop,
you
'bout
to
see
a
desert
Getting
to
this
money
is
my
guilty
pleasure
I
should
take
a
break
and
let
'em
get
a
chance
Fuck
that
shit,
I'm
turnt
up
in
this
bitch
again
Bitch
I
ain't
your
daddy,
I
can't
hold
your
hands
One
thing
that's
for
sure
is
bands
gon'
make
her
dance
Play
this
at
your
party,
play
this
on
your
block
Yeah
play
this
at
your
office,
play
this
in
your
shop
Play
this
when
you
and
the
homies
load
the
Glock's
Play
that
shit
again
when
my
album
drops
My
business
gets
personal
Fuck
[?]
I
heard
a
couple
lines
that
you
stole
from
a
verse
or
2
My
flow
is
too
versatile
My
punchlines
get
surgical
'Fore
I
even
heard
of
you,
already
murdered
you
Hard
work
pays
off,
so
bitch
you
know
what
to
do
Lock
myself
down
in
the
trap
for
'bout
a
month
or
2
I
got
work,
so
you
know
that
clientèle
is
coming
through
We
got
grams,
we
got
grammy's,
we
got
O's
and
Oscar's
too
She
wanna
hop
in
the
Range,
I
wanna
hop
in
the
Wraith
She
wanna
all
in
the
pants,
I
wanna
all
in
her
face
All
I
be
wanted
is
bands,
all
I
be
wanted
is
base
I
don't
wanna
be
no
friends,
bitch
get
the
fuck
out
my
face
She
fell
in
love
with
the
date,
I
fell
in
love
with
the
yay
I
fell
in
love
with
the
cake,
ain't
got
time
to
go
spray
Had
to
make
sure
we
was
straight
I
was
the
reason
we
ate,
I
put
the
food
on
your
plate
You
should
just
let
me
degrade
Have
a
melon
or
a
grape,
all
these
niggas
full
of
hate
I'm
so
high,
need
a
cape
I'm
so
high,
I'm
in
outer
space
My
safe
is
running
out
of
space
cause
I
be
spreading
to
the
cake
Like
I'm
tryna
win
a
race,
your
bitch
is
all
up
in
my
face
Tell
us
we
got
good
taste,
cause
all
I
know
is
first
place
Who
is
the
one
that
was
telling
you
niggas
'bout
cooking
and
whipping
the
yay
Real
niggas
getting
this
money
so
fuck
you
little
bloggers
and
fuck
what
you
say
1 Intro
2 Tag and Bag
3 Black Days
4 Darkness of Da Kut
5 Make It Bubble
6 Dollar On Swole
7 This Girl
8 Skit
9 Skitzofrantic
10 100 Shots
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