c.r.g carload (martian lingo) şarkı sözleri

I just went through a whole carload! A carload, a carload Carload, carload Her ass so fat she hauling cargo Cargo, cargo Cargo, cargo I'ma go and hit the mallo The mallo, mallo Mallo, mallo I'ma ball like no tomorrow, Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow I just went through a whole carload Carload, carload, carload I went through a whole carload Serving that good work up out that Monte Carlo These niggas move at snail's pace, I grill 'em like Escargot While I'm on a fast track to the bank Wells Fargo I run the play,need a letterman, I'm all bout my cheese, call me cheddar man Been deep in this game like a veteran, bet there's no one you can name better than My product go crazy; need Ritalin I hustle, hustle, do the running man Everybody know me like the muffin M Making something outta nothing man Supply and demand, yea you know I be the man This was all part of the plan Young nigga run up them digits I'm talking hunnit bands, hunnit bands, hunnit bands Yea you know I gotta get to the money man Bubbling up that I'm feeling so sudsy man Clientele geekin', they fiending like junkies man Numbers be jumpy off scales, Trigonometry aye Whipping it up in the pot and then lock it up, collecting all of the funds and then add it up Call the accountant, request her to count it up Gotta get all of it, like it is not enough The world is mine like Tony ... Montana Hot like Daytona, but colder than Canada Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! I was born to flex, showing off my pecs, running up a check Hopping out the coop, skirt off in a Vette, boarding private jets Serving wholesale, I got clientele. Dynamite sale Straight up hard shell, just like Taco Bell... I call it supreme! Pockets stay on fat...(Stay on fat,no diet.) Healthy balanced portions of that broccoli and them greens Nigga I'm so fly. (I'm so fly, no pilot) Off that jet fuel, I'm in the sky, riding high I got drip for sale...(Just like Plies, you can buy it.) It ain't tax free, you gon have to pay that fee Try to steal my swag...(Steal my swag, you can try it) You gon catch a stone between your eyes... (Like Goliath) I got the recipe,I'm stirring the pot like I am Chef Boyardee You niggas is sick of me,but I got the remedy, I got remedy I got the technology and methodology to get rid of your comradely I'm the hot commodity while you are nothing more short of being a monotony
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