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c-rob da champ - started something lyrics

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started something

chorus(hook)
get the hood back jumping (kris kros)
boy yeen seen nothing (talk to em)
gotta keep the money coming (bankroll bankroll)
we ain’t worried bout nothing (nah, uh uh)

i’m a hit the ground running
like i ain’t got nothing
oooh…them boys done started something

them boys done started something
them boys done started something
them boys done started something
them boys done started something

run the check up/run the check up homie
get ya bread up/ get ya bread up homie
get the money like i’m flipping bricks
get the money till i’m filthy rich oooh…

them boys done started something
them boys done started something
oooh…them boys done started something
(i hope them boys done had they fun man)
them boys done started something
them boys done started something
(i’m bout turn up on em real talk man
oooh…them boys done started something

verse 1

i’m a kick it off just this here
anywhere you gone i been there

anything you did i did that
boy look i ain’t with that chit chat

i ain’t playing boy this that get back
get the money bag then we flip that

yo chick yeah i’ll go get that
i’m a show you how to do it just sit back

i ain’t finna keep talking on em
michael corleone big bossin’ on em

run my play i’m calling on em
catch my drift i’m moss’n on em

catch me going in flossing on em
kickin’ flav a-1 saucin’ on em

neck kind of chilly i’m coughing on em
i’m stone cold steve austin on em

chorus(hook)

verse 2

when i touchdown might hit the boulevard
might hit the block deep bout 30 cars

riding round getting it looking like a superstar
anything that you need i can pull it off

all the side talk that ain’t really call fo’
tryna see me like tryna find waldo

claim you’re a real n-gga but you flaw doe
mess around have to hit ya with the sawed off

please somebody pray for me
cuz i’m a go dumb if they play with me

marry to the money and it stays with me
make it to the top what they hate to see

chasin’ that paper with the squad big homie
never catch me chase a broad big homie

let me welcome you to the mob big homie
ion fool with y’all cuz y’all too phony

chorus(hook)

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