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Stella

アーティスト:Ghostface Killah  アルバム:Wu Block 

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Stay dip, cute bitch out in Delaware, moving our bricks So hard, stupid big stones from Miss Stella ear She just turn 35, we in the spot on Martin Luther King Drive Whole team getting high, on phones We learned different codes of pig Latin So the jakes don't follow our trail with sick patterns And the crib is jig, Jennifer convertible love seat That's worth forty G's from Madrid In Spain, sipping cherry Cosmo's and things Stella, finish the glass, showing niggas her rings I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks We had a mil' in each bag, there's eighty grand missing You pop up with a new Jag', with a bad system I done sent your ass to Hawaii and Waikiki When your man needed bail, you'll come see me Rob me? That's how we do? You pretty slick muthafucka You must think I'm a sucker Matter fact, you gon' suck this dick, how bout that for a change Let me see what's really on your brain She said 'Starkey, you violating me, stop it' I saved up for this shit, you playing me like a hostage Out of all people, I wheeled you around, when you got shot Be the closest one too you, and may I rot In hell, yo Starks, chill, I don't think she that stupid Since '90, '95, she came through, kid Two million in six weeks, cover six space Just to think of those towns alone, we brought a big steak But it still don't change the job Aiyo, Tone, who this silly bitch trynna rob Niggas been getting money, since pushing a Saab In the spot writing rhymes, never heard of a blog Is it that coincidental? That the same rental Be out in Virginia and DC, before she come see me I'm ready, put this hammer in her face in 3D I know that's your home girl, but fuck it, on GP


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