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5 years назад
Now I don't really care what you call meJust as long as you don't call me bro'I bet they knew as soon as they saw me"Goodnight its over with" that's all she wroteStreets like cold ChicagoAin't nothing new I've seen it all beforeBut still I ball like no tomorrowGoodnight it's over with that's all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wroteI said it's over with that's all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wroteGoodnight its over with that's all she wroteIts stupid how I'm going on everybody knowing thatI'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for itEventually see they cant beat than with me they joinOthers sworn under oath, or banished left completely scornYou tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocksYou never did blend in with the big shotsOn the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stopsI just laugh at, nigga wishing it was this hotGuess they mad at me huh, really pissed offBetter that than pissed onI'm the Jetsons you the FlintstonesCatch me in the end zoneHigh stepping prime timeThought you niggas been onAin't no blocking my shineLike my new air Yeezy's, you can see me in the night timeI get rich off living life, you check to check reciting rhymesSo call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice timeWhile I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind(mind, mind)Now I don't really care what you call meJust as long as you don't call me bro'I bet they knew as soon as they saw me"Goodnight its over with" that's all she wroteStreets like cold ChicagoAin't nothing new I've seen it all beforeBut still I ball like no tomorrowGoodnight it's over with that's all she wroteYour staring straight into a barrel of hateTerrible fate,Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escapeCupid shot his arrow and missedWait Sarah you're late, your train left.Mascara and egg smeared on your faceNights over goodbye, hoeI thought that I told ya' the spilled nut ain't nothing to cry overNever shoulda' came within Range of my RoverShoulda' known I was trouble soon as I rolled up,Any chick who's coming up after I blind fold her,She still comes back to my crib,Must want me to mess with her mind hold up.She must've took me for some high roller.But I wont buy her a sodaUnless it's rock n' rye cola. (Satans cheaper)Buy you a bag of fritos I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder.If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for yaTryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pulling five molarsYou get your eyes swole up I'm on my straight grizzlySo why would I buy you a gassed teddy you're already bi-polarNow I don't really care what you call meYou can even call me coldThese bitches know as soon as they saw meIts never me to get the privilege to know 'emI roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna goStill I ball like there's no tomorrowUntil its over and that's all she wroteThe credit roller, curtain closer, movie over withBut don't get mad at meGo blame the chick who wrote this shitYa life is sure a bitchBut she know I'm richThat why she give me what I want and I just throw her dickHere I go again,I kick this shit, they get to pouring inPeso, Euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon' be broke againSee me posted in anything, wearing any chainNever gon' see me toting anythingAll you gon' see is bang!Its so nice where I kick it,Hate you never get to visitYeah I'm on another levelBut you niggas still can get itIts all over 'fore you finishSorry bro this road we end itWon't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the businessYeah I guess life is a bitcha ain't it TipAnd this one can say this shitShirt off my back, I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchiefI'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicineLet em get a good taste of itI'm sure you got that relationship memo by now,But in case you didn'tThis is so bad, better stick your nose to your forehead and staple itLife is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting itSo I pace this shit a little bit quickerThat clock come racing in double time in itBut I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the timeIt may take you pricks to catch onWhile you strong arm like Stretch ArmstrongMan I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophes on it dogAnd they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrongBut if you gon' tell me that the A & WAin't the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dogAnd on my throne I remain, all alone in my laneI'm as strong as they cameThey were gone 'fore they cameNow I don't wanna hang, I slap fire with them rap guysThey just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why (why, why)Now I don't really care what you call meYou can even call me coldI bet they knew as soon as they saw meGoodnight it's over with, that's all she wroteI roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna goBut still I ball like there's no tomorrowGood night is over with that's all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wroteI said its over withThat's all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote"Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote