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Tadow
N.O.R.E. (a.k.a. P.A.P.I.)
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Haaah, Chopper sing
Montana
My chopper go Tadow, it'll turn you inside out
Her ass like Tadow, my money like Tadow
Bling, Tadow, money
Bling, Tadow money
Rat, tat ta ta ta Tadow
My chopper go Tadow
Her ass like Tadow,
My money like Tadow
My car like Tadow
Bitch, Bling Tadow
Bitch Bling Tadow money
Rat tat tat tat tat tat Tadow
Yeah, money on my mind, molly in my cup
Mix with that wine, sour in my blunt
That's just zodiac fine I don't give a fuck
If you rep them dollar signs go and put em up
Fuck that, I don't buck back
See I buck first, move the fuck back
I bagged that, I pumped that
I real estate I Trump that
Ya'll be where them dumps at,
Ya'll be where them punks at
I be where them choppers, oozies, AK's, and pumps
Name a town and city I whipped it in
Car and model I whipped it in
A face and shape I been with her
If not with her, bitch similar
G's on deck I really live this shit
From left like rack, rack, rack city bitch
Last name money, first name I loved this
So love this money is my motherfuckin government
Touch me? uh uh, shoot you, right there
Leave you, right there
Leave the scene tall nigga with long hair
Her ass like Tadow give me that whole enchilada
Pop that pussy for my wallet,
Sex is a weapon, cho cho paw paw
And I'm ridin' round and gettin it
You already know my steelow
I'm big like selling kilo's
And you small, small like pee-hole
And the chopper in my backseat
Hands reached no plan B
I'm the type of nigga wear a pistol to the Grammys
Touch me? uh uh, shoot you, right there
Leave you, right there
Leave the scene tall nigga with long hair
If you ain't talkin dollars, I ain't tryina holla
Push been on this rap shit, fuckin with them guallas
Fuckin with them esses, filling up them charger's
Gas ain't in them gas tanks, them just filled with powder
Caskets for you cowards, bang out let it rang out
Call my chopper Method Man, the way it bring that pain out
Aaaah, you heard that, ain't no way to swerve that
Bullets flip you on your ass, that chopper push that curb back
Fuckin around with the wrong ones
Spazzin out like I'm on one
Dark skin nigga with a long gun,
Right there? that's nightmare like Elm street this Hell week
I'm candy man with that white chyea
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