Текст песни Robert Horry - Dvertigo

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Man who gon' tell 'em to stop playin' with me man
This shit hard as hell
Okay

Got my bag for real
Count 'em racks make it back
Spend that bag for real
This ain't that you talk smack
You get whacked for real
Smokin' gas
Smokin' gas
Got jet lag for real
Okay
Damn
Got jet lag yeah
I know they mad yeah
That's my bad yeah
She 'gon fuck yeah
Throw it back yeah
'Cause I'm the man yeah
Okay

Keep 'tryna replace me
You 'gon need like four of me
In the night them racks came
Count up in the morning
He say that he the man
But he do it poorly
No you cannot beat us
Might as well just forfeit
She said she 'gon mop me up
I said oh yea surely
My pockets be stuffed up
That boy countin' forties
That bitch say she cuffed up
But still can't ignore me
These hoes wanna fuck us
'Cause we gettin' money
Ballin' and I'm scoring
Call me Robert Horry
You said that you wifed that hoe
That bitch she adore me
I could never wife a hoe
I am not no dummy
Swear these hoes be trippin' though
They ain't really for me

Yea, yea
Damn, damn
I fell back then the racks came
I fell back then the racks came
I fell back then the racks came
I fell back then the racks came
I fell back then the racks came

Got my bag for real
Count 'em racks make it back
Spend that bag for real
This ain't that you talk smack
You get whacked for real
Smokin' gas
Smokin' gas
Got jet lag for real
Okay
Damn
Got jet lag yeah
I know they mad yeah
That's my bad yeah
Damn
She 'gon fuck yeah
Throw it back yeah
'Cause I'm the man yeah
Yea, yea
Yea

I fell back then the racks came
I fell back then the racks came
I fell back then the racks came
I fell back then the racks came
I fell back then the racks came
I fell back then the racks came
Fell back then the racks came
Fell back then the racks came