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5 & a dime – sit on my subwoofer (mashup) lyrics


[beat: b-sshead – b-ssnectar]

[gucci gucci – kreayshawn]
and we stunting like
gucci gucci, louis louis, fendi fendi, prada
basic b-tches wear that sh-t so i don’t even bother

gucci gucci, louis louis, fendi fendi, prada
the basic b-tches wear that sh-t, so i don’t even bother
i put that on my partner, i put that on my family
oakland city represent, address me as your majesty

[dance (-ss) remix – big sean]
-ss -ss -ss -ss -ss
-ss -ss -ss -ss -ss
-ss -ss -ss -ss -ss
stop… make that motherf-cker hammer time like…

wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble
i’m st-stacking my paper my wallet look like a bible
i got girlies half naked that sh-t look like the grotto
how your waist anorexic and then your -ss is colossal
drop that -ss make it boomerang
take my belt off, b-tch i’m pootie tang
tippy tow tippy tay you gon’ get a tip today
f-ck that you gonna get some d-ck today

[sleazy remix 2.0 – wiz khalifa]
okay i’m young and i’m tatted
i get them bucks like an addict
rockin’ this christian dior, i spend so much on my fabric
i got a wifey at home and what she wants she can have it
and she in love with my stick, she say i work it like magic
okay now no need to panic, i’m on a beach where the sand is
somewhere smokin’ on medication, no i won’t need a bandage
some would look at my age and try to say i’m young and i’m handsome
i say i’m filthy f-cking rich, so i’m an old dirty b-st-rd

[beat: yes – b-ssnectar ft. datsik]

[grillz – nelly]
got 30 down at the bottom, 30 more at the top
all invisible set with little ice cube blocks
if i could call it a drink, call it a smile on the rocks
if i could call out a price, let’s say i call out a lot
i got like platinum and white gold, traditional gold
i’m changing grills everyday, like jay change clothes
i might be grilled out nicely (oh) in my white tee (oh)
or on south beach (oh) in my wife b

[p.i.m.p – 50 cent]
now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
she got a thing for that gucci, that fendi, that prada
that bcbg, burberry, dolce & gabbana
she’s feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
i spit a little g man and my game got her
a hour later have that -ss up in the ramada
them trick n-ggas in her ear saying they think about her
i got the b-tch by the bar, trying to get a drink up out her

[dead wrong – the notorious b.i.g]
relax and take notes while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
biggie smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
the hooker layer, motherf-cker say your prayers
“hail mary, full of grace”
smack the b-tch in the face, take her gucci bag
and the north face off her back, jab her if she act
funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken, honey