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C-murder - Commercial Şarkı Sözleri
say lil´ learnerd dawg (what´s happenin´?) nigga you heard of qb? (yah, why wassup?) well, yu know that nigga down with the click now you dig it (okay) so ah, i´ma play this new shit here and did it for ya (do dat dog) and ah, i want you to tell me me what you think about it (it´s all good) check it out (fo sho) [qb] first appearence as a no limit soldier for all the critics real soldiers down front line and out to get it we be blastin them motherfuckers give us a chance to kill em mo´ muthafuckas then people die with cash, an mentally gold and platinum artists and bout it bout it shouldn´t start it no limit soldiers is billboard regardless can´t stop the tank cause we rollin with steel have the skills to make a mill´, straight hundred dollar bills no doubt we face the street dates break triple platinum we chasin´ with no hesitation real soldiers and we stay tru if you niggas wanna check us, that´s how we roll through we tru soldiers motherfuckers [talkin´] yeah woohoo, nigga boy that shit´s tight it ain´t bad, that´s it shit, yo p, sign that nigga then bring the weed -gun shot & driving off- |
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