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Mr. Worldwide (Feat. Vein)

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 29.08.2012

Vein! (Let's go) Let's welcome everybody to Planet Pit
And show 'em what worldwide music is

Why you think they call me Mr. Worldwide?
Let's show 'em why they call me Mr. Worldwide
Why you think they call me Mr. Worldwide?
Let's show 'em why they call me Mr. Worldwide
Hold up!... Cause bitch I'm worldwide

I-I-I-I'm involved in the music business
But the funny thing is, half of these fools
Don't know music, don't know business
Have no business in music, what is this?
I learned from the best, stayed away from the worst
Now I send off every verse in a hearse
Now the every day is 15th and the 1st
No more food stamps - church
These boys can't get past (3rd Bass)
They a bunch of (MC's Serch'n)
I can care less and you can give
A fat baby's ass if they car's got curtains
They rap for the block, I speak to the globe
I got them models, they holla at them hoes
Better do your homework babito
I took the, three-oh-five, worldwide
I took the, three-oh-five, worldwide ["wide" repeats]

Why you think they call me Mr. Worldwide?
Let's show 'em why they call me Mr. Worldwide
Why you think they call me Mr. Worldwide?
Let's show 'em why they call me Mr. Worldwide
Hold up!... Cause bitch I'm worldwide


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