Текст песни Spend It - Twista , YP

Yea!
Mob city If you wanna come see me for a bag I′m out chere If you
Wanna see that mean green Jag I'm out chere If you wanna see me
Rollin′ that Philly I'm out chere If you talkin' like you comin′ ta
Get me I′m out chere If you wanna see real niggas who grind I'm out
Here Every day I put my life on the line I′m out here If a
Nigga need a lick on some 'dro I′m out here I got weight and I?
I'm out here On something old school hustlin′,
I came up from nothin' and uh, The game so cold,
My pistols protectin' me brah, The streets is my tool,
They buildin′ my legacy, uh,
I made off so what the fuck is you sweatin′ me fuh?
I'm out chere, F′in hoes and doin' shows!
I′m out chere, poppin' mo′s and smokin' dro!
I'm out chere, doin′ me ballin′ the F out!
Chris T of Easy G's, throwin′ some dust out!
If you wanna come see me for a bag I'm out chere If you wanna see
That mean green Jag I′m out chere If you wanna see me rollin' that
Philly I′m out chere If you talkin'
Like you comin' ta get me I′m out chere
If you tell me that it ain′t really hot I'm out chere If you wanna
See me out on the block I′m out chere If you wanna see that old
School Chevy I'm out chere If you talkin′ like you comin' ta get me
I′m out chere Boy hit my windows up Hit up my doors then Shoot up my
Pahtnaz and kidnap all of my hoes then
Make my money funny if I got it comin' ta me.
Talk stupid to a N when you run it ta me If you don't want your
Grill, you don′t want to live,
You don′t want your kids, you don't want your crib.
But that′s exactly what you're losin′,
If you don't want it, better let the ′lac hear ya movin'!
If you want to hear a real N shine I'm out
Chere Need a pimp to control your body and mind?
I′m out chere.
When you ready to go cook up this cake I′m out
Chere Got a few hundred grams you want to shake?
I'm out chere.
Mobsta Niggas spend that time on the grind Sippin′ Yak,
Slingin' packs of the city′s biggest dimes, Yeah,
You got a decent bag,
But yo shit aint big as mine If you get
Your game tight, umma have to rob you blind.
I'm from K-town, bitch,
With different gangs on every block And the way you wear your hat
Just might get your ass shot The mobsters got the game on lock and
The haters full of fear Scared to ride
Through the hood, ′cause they know we out here.
If you wanna come see me for a bag I'm out chere If you wanna see
That mean green Jag I'm out chere If you wanna see me rollin′ that
Philly I′m out chere If you talkin' like you comin′ ta get me
I'm out chere When you see me pull that hood up Better get low!
We ′bout to tear the fuckin 'hood up Ballas and killas and gangstas (
What you runnin′ from?) Ballas and killas and gangstas (
Whatchu runnin' from?
) Shoulda seen they face when I first bought that work and got it
To rock I'm from K-town bitch and I don′t know shit but the block.
Gotta get that money so I don′t care,
I'm posted up right here and I aint
Goin′ nowhere, you gon' have to move me!
Twenty-thousand a week and I ain′t hearin'
Nothin′ But since y'all is stackin' chips,?
See ′dem police come cuffin′.
That's when I might have to hide out,
Or dip through the hood with the chrome and the wool when I pull that
Ride out Got a screen that slide out When the jump-out boys gone,
I′m out here If you wanna get them rocks and them blow I'm out here
If you plottin′ on a mission to get me I'm out here If you wanna see
The Twista in your city I′m out here If you wanna come see me for a
Bag I'm out here If you wanna see that mean green Jag I'm out here If
You wanna see me rollin′ that Philly I′m out here If you talkin' like
You comin′ ta get me I'm out here If you tell me that it ain′t really
Hot I'm out chere If you wanna see me out on the block I′m out chere
If you wanna see that old school Chevy I'm out chere If you talkin'
Like you comin′ ta get me I′m out chere When
You see me pull that hood up Better get low!
We 'bout to tear the fuckin ′hood up Ballas and killas and gangstas (
What you runnin' from?) Ballas and killas and gangstas (
Whatchu runnin′ from?
) When you see me pull that hood up Better get low!
We 'bout to tear the fuckin ′hood up Ballas and killas and gangstas (
What you runnin' from?) Ballas and killas and gangstas (
Whatchu runnin' from?)