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Im Cumin

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 18.07.2012

[Verse 1:]
Okaye okaye okaye okaye (I'm cominnnnn)
Now whose hot, whose not? Shorty du whoop, it's
Cool you blood clot, (COOL), you come to the spot see if you
Don't get got, see if you don't get got when the semi go cop,
I'm like ayee what the fuck a bitch think? (uh huh) Nick, you know ain't nuttin changed but
My wink (okaye), pink on pink everything insync, I write pretty lyrics every pen pink ink,
I'm representin all my girls, niggas double up, I don't play around I'm a have to
Shut 'er down, run up into town I'm a have to get the crown, I'm the Youngs Queens
Bitch with the platinum sound, None of ya girls can steal my shine, Fendi brought me to
The game, Now I'm in my prime (yup), stay humble, stay low, stay on the grind
I don't needa a light but I stay in the lime,

[Hook:]
When I tell em that I'm cumin I'm cumin
Rap bitches in the game always huffin and puffin
(Damn) why these bitches always frontin for nuthin
Fuck around I'm a have these bitches runnin from suttin [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Guess what Nicki spit crack like yayo, yup matter fact when I rap
It okayo, Come through the hood all the boys say ayo, lettuce and tomato
Don't forget the mayo, Words in the street that Nicki don't play doe,
Bitches pop shit but they soft like play dough, gotta lotta banks so she wanna be
Me, I gotta full tank little momma on E, I fly first class overseas on this BB, snapple
In my hand and it's strawberry kiwi, I ain't even make it, and these girls wanna be me
You Mrs. Me too like you always say me me, I'm who they believe in, mami
Don't even, Soon as I put the keys in I switch like seasons, get a couple beats from my
Nigga dough bezy, why would I go hard when this shit is so easy,

[Hook x2]


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