Yacht Master - Murda Beatz/2 Chainz.lrc

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[00:04.300]We're rolling
[00:07.960]We're rolling
[00:11.290]And action
[00:15.410]
[00:15.610]Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:19.690]Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling
[00:23.140]Holy moly, damn
[00:26.710]This bitch want me and the homies, so
[00:30.310]Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
[00:34.130]The cameras just landed on me, what's up (out of nowhere)
[00:38.300]Holy moly
[00:41.420]This bitch want me and the homies, so
[00:44.620]
[00:44.880]Came in this bitch
[00:46.230]It's a shame I ain't make a ****ing film, damn
[00:48.390]Pills in my pocket tee
[00:50.210]And I stay smokin' on that ****ing kill
[00:51.920]Know I gotta swang through
[00:53.620]Bangin' my shit, that other shit weird
[00:55.580]I'm the fresh prince of the city
[00:57.580]Got dranks in the back room, chill, check this out
[00:59.700]Got Franks in my pocket, they chillin'
[01:02.960]Lot of faces on me so I never get lonely
[01:07.690]Seen that bitchin' Porsche Carrera and got a boner
[01:11.910]I don't **** with freeloaders, nah
[01:15.320]
[01:15.570]Yacht Master Rollie
[01:17.780]Some cameras just landed on me, out of nowhere
[01:21.800]Holy moly, damn
[01:26.120]This bitch want me and the homie, cool
[01:29.930]Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
[01:33.650]The cameras just landed on me, what's up?
[01:37.710]Holy moly
[01:40.580]This bitch want me and the homies, so
[01:43.200]
[01:43.480]She shaved off everything 'cept for the landin' strip
[01:45.700]I'm on them 22s just like the Emmett Smith
[01:47.210]You see me killin' shit, reapin' the benefits
[01:49.020]You work from 9 to 5, I work from 10 to 6
[01:50.980]Up all night hustlin'
[01:52.630]Yellow gold like mustard
[01:54.740]Been told 'em pass the Grey Poupon
[01:56.650]Back when I had a cutlass
[01:58.060]Y'all niggas just rusty
[01:59.870]I put your bitch on a Huffy
[02:01.870]Now we're talkin' paper, boy
[02:03.780]Crip on a hundred acres, boy
[02:05.580]All you do is hate with your boy
[02:07.340]You act like a snake with your boy
[02:09.200]You act like a fake with your boy
[02:11.070]My pockets lookin' like they ate your boy
[02:13.080]Damn... holy moly
[02:16.790]I don't know if she wanna **** me or my Rollie
[02:19.750]Even Cartier lenses can see that you're phoney
[02:23.370]Anybody seen your style can tell that you stole it
[02:27.490]
[02:27.740]Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[02:31.610]Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling
[02:36.030]Holy moly, damn
[02:39.490]This bitch want me and the homies, so
[02:42.660]Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
[02:46.630]The cameras just landed on me, what's up (out of nowhere)
[02:50.090]Holy moly
[02:53.400]This bitch want me and the homies, so

文本歌词

We're rolling
We're rolling
And action
Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling
Holy moly, damn
This bitch want me and the homies, so
Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
The cameras just landed on me, what's up (out of nowhere)
Holy moly
This bitch want me and the homies, so
Came in this bitch
It's a shame I ain't make a ****ing film, damn
Pills in my pocket tee
And I stay smokin' on that ****ing kill
Know I gotta swang through
Bangin' my shit, that other shit weird
I'm the fresh prince of the city
Got dranks in the back room, chill, check this out
Got Franks in my pocket, they chillin'
Lot of faces on me so I never get lonely
Seen that bitchin' Porsche Carrera and got a boner
I don't **** with freeloaders, nah
Yacht Master Rollie
Some cameras just landed on me, out of nowhere
Holy moly, damn
This bitch want me and the homie, cool
Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
The cameras just landed on me, what's up?
Holy moly
This bitch want me and the homies, so
She shaved off everything 'cept for the landin' strip
I'm on them 22s just like the Emmett Smith
You see me killin' shit, reapin' the benefits
You work from 9 to 5, I work from 10 to 6
Up all night hustlin'
Yellow gold like mustard
Been told 'em pass the Grey Poupon
Back when I had a cutlass
Y'all niggas just rusty
I put your bitch on a Huffy
Now we're talkin' paper, boy
Crip on a hundred acres, boy
All you do is hate with your boy
You act like a snake with your boy
You act like a fake with your boy
My pockets lookin' like they ate your boy
Damn... holy moly
I don't know if she wanna **** me or my Rollie
Even Cartier lenses can see that you're phoney
Anybody seen your style can tell that you stole it
Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling
Holy moly, damn
This bitch want me and the homies, so
Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
The cameras just landed on me, what's up (out of nowhere)
Holy moly
This bitch want me and the homies, so