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Company Flow

Company Flow

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Duh pu thu ku kun ba pa ta da da
Ah yeah
Oh yeah
I’m up on the eleventh floor
And i’m watching the cruisers below
He’s down on the street
And he’s try hard to pull sister flo
Oh, my heart’s in the basement
My weekend’s at an all time low
‘cause she’s hoping to score
So i can’t see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind
Oh not her

She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh god, i could do better than that
Oh yeah

She’s an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she’s known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can’t do it, she don’t make false claims
But she’s a queen, and such a queen
Such a laughter is sucked in their brains
Now she’s leading him on
And she’ll lay him right down
Yes she’s leading him on
And she’ll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn’t i say, why didn’t i say, no, no, no

She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh god, i could do better than that

So i lay down a while
And i gaze at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don’t feel like no bed at all
Yeah i lay down a while
And i look at my hotel wall
And he’s down on the street
So i throw both his bags down the hall
And i’m phoning a cab
‘cause my stomach feels small
There’s a taste in my mouth
And it’s no taste at all
It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn’t i say, why didn’t i say, no, no, no

She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh god, i could do better than that
Oh
To tat yah
Oh yeah
Uh hu
Mmm

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Lil' Kim

Lil' Kim

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer
I am a diamond cluster hustler
Queen bitch, supreme bitch
Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch
Murder scene bitch
Clean bitch, disease free bitch
Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M’s
Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them?
Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen
Straight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostle
Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta
nobody do it better
Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons
Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier’s here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank kill niggaz lives for one point five
While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive
The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em
Most of y’all niggaz can’t eat without per diem
I’m rich, I’ma stay that bitch

Uhh, who you lovin who you wanna be huggin
Roll with niggaz that be thuggin, buggin
In the tunnel in Eso’s
Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino
On a mission for the lucci creno
I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer
you think you greater, uh
(You niggaz got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch)
Check my pitch, or send it persona
And I’ll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot
With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock
Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales
Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags
Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team
Shit’s straight like nine fifteen, y’nahmean?
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossin my rolex rich
Shit, I’m rich, I’ma stay that bitch