Correction Paroles Shine (Video Version) par Big Tymers

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Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa)
Check me out (Come on)
Cash Money Millionaires
Check me out

Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change
You can catch me in an aqua range, and I'm squattin things
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face wit tha diamond brace
Aye, more colors than the game Simon Says
Go lights out
And mami on forty-fifth she said she "Diked Out"
And she ain't like too much of stick, but got tha right mouth
So I took it anyway
But aye I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anyway
OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin
All these karats like I'm some kinda vegetarian
If they play, I bury them, y'all already knowin
I threw up my arm and rеally thought it started snowin
See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me?
Ayе 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) - Skiiiiirtin 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 comin home
(Shine) - Doin X and drank Cris'
(Shine) - My life is tha shhh...

I rock em all, brown rocks to baguettes
I bang and ball, like blood and crip sets
On Lear Jets, I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene
I'm ridin on dub dueces wit TV screens
And my garge is full of rag tops and candy paints
(Baby: Tha new Bently out?)
If I don't got it, it ain't
Cause my grind is to shine, I'm as real as they come
And In case you didn't know, I'm tha man where I'm from
Ask em who rock ice on tha west (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who got like thirty cars (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who got strip, scars, and bars (Baby: They say Mac)
Man I'mma whole lot richer since tha for life scence
Went countin myself, to a money machine
I'mma get till I can't, wit tha U.P.T
It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C

Now introducin Mikkey, you could find me crusin tha city
Black X-5, wit four dimes wit me, Y'all feel me
Down wit CMR, so you know my cash is long
Brains, I ain't even gotta ask it's on
Come on, tha ice is blue, the remey is red
Haters turn green, queens wanna give me some head
Still I'm quick to pop two in tha feds
Ya know I been hungry my whole life, so I'm due for some bread
Go head, name another click that could rap above us
A bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in public
Cats love it, boosie broads deny it
They step to tha store to buy it, go home and bump it in private
And you know me, I'm low key
Nothin special, just a pinky ring, a Roley, a lil ice on tha bezel
And when I drive by, I can't help doin tha drive-by
Cause my rims be killin haters, every time I ride by

I'mma stunna, a band new colorful hummer
A Benz, I could ride everyday of tha summer
Brought a Jag for my baby girl, surrounded right
Wit nothin but ice, new whip wit Barda pipes
I could shine when I wanna, buy a ride when I wanna
Cook a brick, cut it up and sell dime if I wanna
Just scored a PT and I streched it quick
Big rims, six tires, candy paintin it slick
Put tha ice on tha shelf until you match my wrist
Golf ball earrings, thirty karats a lick
Got Brian in a mink, got Pearl in a mink
Carivan Excersen, twenty inches look deep
Catch me on tha lake wit a flock of freaks
Me and Mannie tearin it down, cause we love tha streets
Gotta barbecue poppin, bouta cook up tha meat
Fa sho baby girl laced wit ice and mink
[Hook]

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