Shine
The Hot Boys, Lil Wayne
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What, wha, wha, wha, wha What, wha, wha, wha, wha Cash Money Millionaires Bout to take it there Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice On my way to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast I like them modeling bitches, I love them swallowing bitches Where them hoes headed at? I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya (Shine) From my head down to my shoes (Shine) Skritin' on twenty-two's (Shine) Check my baby mama (Shine) Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone (Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home (Shine) Pop X and drank Cris' (Shine) My life is the shit And the name be fire Wayne, ice and change You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond face, diamond brace More colors than the game Simon Says Go, 'hind me And mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a les" And she ain't like too much of dick But give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway But bitch I got fam, don't need your pussy anyway OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin' All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin' I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin' See I'm a keep it going, Big Tymin, you heard's me? Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday Wait, I don't think they heard me I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday (Shine) From my head down to my shoes (Shine) Skritin' on twenty-two's (Shine) Check my baby mamma (Shine) Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone (Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home (Shine) Pop X and drank Cris' (Shine) My life is the shit I'mma Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog Come through on dub-deuces, they jock me dog Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog Catch 'em solo, they geezy, don't shock me dog Well get the f*ck, slide on out the way And let B.G. ease down the shinin' lane Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up You don't wanna put your vehicle next to us Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up With television, Dreamcast, DVDs Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties I'm a Cash Money Hot, Big Tymer nigga That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga (Eww!) (Shine) From my head down to my shoes (Shine) Skritin' on twenty-two's (Shine) Check my baby mamma (Shine) Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone (Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home (Shine) Pop X and drank Cris' (Shine) My life is the shit I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it 'Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be resting I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk Bling blinging everyday, plus I got work (bling) Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four seven Steady stacking my ends on dubs, twenty-four seven Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies Love to floss, no secret stunners Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothing nice" They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys You motherfucking right, you think this not girl? Better think twice, get it right dog Know you recognize, we got it on lock fall (Shine) From my head down to my shoes (Shine) Ridin' on twenty-two's (Shine) Check my baby mamma (Shine) Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone (Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home (Shine) Pop X and drank Cris' (Shine) My life is the shit (Shine) From my head down to my shoes (Shine) Skritin' on twenty-two's (Shine) Check my baby mamma (Shine) Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone (Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home (Shine) Pop X and drank Cris' (Shine) My life is the shit Uh, uh, uh Huh uh (oh shit) 2001, my life is the shit, know why? (I'm gon' shine) I'm representing, I'mma spit it (bling) As long as they make that shit I'mma break that shit Ya heard me? It's like that, believe that This year, f*ck it I said it before and I meant it I'm buying me a city New Mannie, Louisiana, ya bitch you!
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Written by: CHRISTOPHER DORSEY, DWAYNE CARTER, TERIUS GRAY, VIRGIL TAB, BYRON THOMAS, BRIAN WILLIAMS
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