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crooked i - vegas on biz lyrics

yeah i’m feeling like jay-z on reasonable doubt
my first debut alb-m will probably be my last
it’s all good though it’s cop boys we out here man
n-gg-rs say are you hustle d boys
n-gg-r we d boys we weed boys pill boys syrp boys
whatever it take to get the money know i mean?
ghostwrite you n-gg-rs some lyrics
whatever y’all n-gg-rs need man
we out here
y’all motherf-ckers never seen n-gg-rs like us
we the real deal we the real movement
hold on i gotta take this call holler at you in a minute

n-gg-rs probably on top of the cosmopolitan
olive in the dirty martini
we be the parliament
the cob conglomerate
get the camera and doc-ment
the opposite of nonsense
n-gg-r we building monuments
power moves avoiding
them shower shoes cause
f-ck a con f-ck a po man
you cowards lose screw
you in your county blues
see our views is to get money
like howard hughes do
limited liability corporations based
in vegas for less tax and wasted wages
taste the asian cuisine
we conversant over a plate of that red a
that’s chopsticks and saki
win like steven the architect
believing in our connects
with all respect
the hot b-tches watch me
feel the mob vibe
when the cop hits the lobby
we not with the c-cky we confident
n-gg-rs walking across the casino floor
like sam rothstein
striding like goliath
and we ain’t sweating the small things
we all kings turn vegas into new orleans
get cash money with no limit
man we talk green
woman eavesdrop but sweetie you need not
you can join us let me show you the way that g’s rock
never touch your purse
your chair or your door handle
chivalry is dead for boys
i’m more man though
love it when your prada dress
hotter than orlando
picture perfect portrait
like you’re posing for van gogh
the cr-p table we sipping on black label
i’m loyal i die for my brothers
i’m raps abel
i’m torn from the clothes of the gods
defeating all the odds
you fake rap n-gg-rs y’all the facade
y’all the mirage meanwhile
i’m talking to broads
like after this awesome m-ssage
we can talk a ménage

we out in vegas on business
my briefcase full of big face benjay
we flying by you on the freeway
we spinning we spinning
like all this money burning my pocket
conducting organized business (business)
like all this money burning my pocket
conducting organized business (business)
out in vegas on business

yeah let’s h-t the strip and smash
bright casino lights bouncing off the tinted gl-ss
pull up to the caesars palace
pour louis in the gl-ss
bartender didn’t ask
i’m a repeat customer
it’s written on my face
i’m an elite hustler
if life is a b-tch
imma just keep f-cking her
raised in the gutter
and i don’t miss my home
italian sports car french cologne
of african descent
blackened by the sun dark skin
capone on capitalism
a rapper eating rappers
so that’s cannibalism
yeah you b-st-rds should listen
i’m on a hannibal mission
a carthaginian king burying gold
bringing the troops
to the 702 area code
meet on the roof
of that bellagio
the helicopter’s waiting on the helipad
but y’all talking code
when we in front of that pilot though
keep our business on the quiet yo
it’s hoes in the desert
for whoever try to know
ay yo land this motherf-cker
on the venetian
they got a decent louis store
i need some sh-t for this evening
see they finally let the g’s win
celebrate our achievements
p-ssy n-gg-rs don’t wanna see it
they better leave then
we here on business
we mixing it with pleasure
we some p-ssy pirates
these b-tches getting the hidden treasure
i bet your boyfriend
he can tell you’re getting fresher
like where did you get them shoes?
and that sh-t that’s in your dresser?
your vegas trip with your girls was so regular
till you ran across me and my predators
we caught you slipping and this ain’t sh-t
but a business trip
when you tell him use censorship

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