Lyric Song Who s Your Uncle: Who bring s it to you Whoooooohhh I laid cuts with Jay and rocked rhymes with Run A couple mil in the bank and I ain t even done I got platinum plaques
I write platnum tracks I got it all from raps and that s the platinum face
Uh All that and there ain t nothing I fear yet Sippin champagne up in company leer jets Five star meals
Caribbean vacations Everything s plush deluxe accomodations Nationwide
the stations vibe To the cat who covers tracks like the lace on thighs My ace is high
there ain t gonna be no guessin And I m the illest mother fucker on the block no question I ain t destined I don t fuck with fate Self made millionaire while your bussin plates You see I ve already done everything you wanna do So what makes you think I give a fuck about you Detroit to Texas Texas to LA Who brings it to you Whooooohh Who s your uncle Brooklyn to the bayou Across the southern plains Who brings it to you Whooooohh Who s your uncle I shot dice with the devil on many occasion Drank shots with God in an old gas station A couple accountants
that count my statements Cribs all paid for
no car payments Rocked in basements for gas and beer And now I get all that and big loot to appear I couldn t steer so I got me a chauffer Hired a chef cause I was tired of stouffers I got over and people showed envy Cause I couldn t choose between a Lincoln and a Benzy Fendi shades and topless maids I don t worry about clothes cause thier custom made I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years Your smokin OP s
drinkin three two beer I ve already done everything you wanna do So what makes you think I give a fuck about you Detroit to Texas Texas to LA Who brings it to you Whooooohh Who s your uncle Brooklyn to the bayou Across the southern plains Who brings it to you Whooooohh Who s your uncle Detroit to Texas Texas to LA Who brings it to you Whooooohh Who s your uncle Brooklyn to the bayou Across the southern plains Who brings it to you Whooooohh Who s your uncle
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