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Get Rich Or Die (Explicit)歌词完整版
作词 : Anton Martin Mendo/Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Tobias Dekker
作曲 : Anton Martin Mendo/Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Tobias Dekker
[Pre-Chorus
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Ayy, yeah), yeah, ayy
[Chorus
I copped me a house with a gate
I get rich, I know these niggas hate
I was starvin', they ate in my face
Now you know how your medicine tastes
This a marathon, this not a race
I'm just tryin' to find my pace
I get rich or die tryin' every day
I get money all kinds of ways
[Verse
And if I'm not dead, I'll get to that bread
I call up your *****, I just want some head
I just want that top, I don't want no sex
You know I got guap, I don't need to flex
My Porsche is drop-top, I don't need the 'Vette
Yeah, push-start, ain't no keys to that, yeah
Talkin' down and we shoot at his head
Tried to run and we shot off his legs
Play with your pussy *****, don't play with my bread
These niggas play gangster, but really be scared
You just talk and you soft, you really like Ted
I get high and nod off, I'm off of these meds
I get topped in my pent, you ain't got no bed
Boy, you don't pay no rent, you don't pay for shit
Got Givenchy my shirt and my toes and my legs
Shawty riding my dick like it came with some pegs, yeah
I just been pouring this red, yeah
And this Wock'
Shawty suck me up 'til her jaws lock
Told her, "Baby, keep going, don't stop"
Yeah, that's just how I roll and I rock
Yeah, I'm rolling off X 'til I drop
**** that bulletproof vest, you get shot in your top
Swear these niggas be thinking they cool, and they not
These niggas be lame, these niggas be hot
Think it's a game, boy, you could get shot
I got good aim, don't need a red dot
Try me? Ain't no way, he thought I forgot
I was ****ing your bae and she dropped me the dot
She sent the location, yeah, she sent the pin
You went on vacation, my boys, they went in
We took everything, left a note that said, "Ken Carson"
[Pre-Chorus
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Ayy, yeah), yeah, ayy
[Chorus
I copped me a house with a gate
I get rich, I know these niggas hate
I was starvin', they ate in my face
Now you know how your medicine tastes
This a marathon, this not a race
I'm just tryin' to find my pace
I get rich or die tryin' every day
I get money all kinds of ways
[Outro
And if I'm not dead, I'll get to that bread
I call up your *****, I just want some head
I just want that top, I don't want no sex
You know I got guap, I don't need to flex
My Porsche is droptop, I don't need the 'Vette
Yeah, push-start, ain't no keys to that, yeah
Talkin' down and we shoot at his head
Tried to run and we shot off his legs
