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- Ernest D. Wilson Success 歌詞
- JAY-Z Shawn Carter Nasir Jones Larry Ellis Ernest D. Wilson
- Your success took a shot at you
What are you gonna do now?
Are you gonna kill it?
You gonna become unsuccessful?
Frank, you can be successful and have enemies
Or be unsuccessful too and you can have friends
I got these niggas
Breezy, don't worry about it
Let that bitch breathe
I use to give a fuck, now
I give a fuck less
What do I think of success?
It sucksToo much stress
I guess I blew up quick'
Cause friends
I grew up with
See me as a pre' me but
I'm not and my nuts big
I don't know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious
My rep is impeccable,
I'm not to be fucked with
With, shit, let that bitch breathe
I'm way to important to be talking about extorting
Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin
Broad daylight
I'll off your on switch
You're not to bright, goodnight long kiss
Bye bye my reply, blah, blah
Blast burner then pass burner to
Tye-TyeFinish my breakfast, why?
I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry
Now where was
I? Let that bitch breathe
I use to give a shit, now
I don't give a shit more
Truth be told
I had more fun when
I was piss poor
I'm pissed off and this success song is about
A bunch a niggas acting like bitches with big mouths
All this stress, all
I got is this big house
Couple of cars,
I don't bring half of them shits out
All of this ace of spade,
I drank just to piss out
I mean I like the taste coulda saved myself 6 hours
How many times can
I go to Mr.
Childs, Taos
Mobu?Hold up, lemme move my bowls
I'll shit on y'all niggas,
OG tell these boys
Ya ain't about to shit on my nigga
I got watches
I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the
Trump, I only slept in once
Niggas said
Hova was ova, such dummies
Even if I fell
I'll land on a bunch of money
You ain't got nothing for me,
Nas, let that bitch breathe'Success, McLaren, women staringMy villain appearance sacred blood of a kingAnd my vein ain' t spillingGhetto Othello, Sugar Hill RomelloCamaro driven, I climax from paperAnd ask why is life worth livingIs it to hunt for the shit that you want?To receive's great but I lust givingThe best jewelers wanna make my thingsI make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chainNiggas mention the one love came home with the paper in handThey gotta brag about the Feds young manOld cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monumentsGoogle Earth Nas, I got flats in other continentsWorst enemies wanna be my best friendsBest friends wanna be enemies like Daz was inBut I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's denTake everybody's chips, about to cash them inUp your catalog dawg, mine's worth to muchLike Mike Jacks ATV part, Mottola can't touchLet this bitch breatheLet this bitch breathe
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