Текст песни Clipse - Kinda Like A Big Deal (Ft. Kanye West)

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Til the casket drops Third times a charm right? Haha Come on! Verse 1: I'm kinda like a big deal It's unbelievable you see my warning gives you big chills The flow runnin' on Big's heels My life after death, Big ain't get to see how this feels Third time's a charm baby After two classics another stripe up on my arm baby It's a blessin' to blow a hundred thou- in a recession With no second guessin' Haha we're ballin, drop tops we're floorin' Champagne we're pourin' Re-up is the gang and I'm all in! To the powder and the flame I have fallin' Get money blow money is my callin' Yeah! Watch a n---a burn through it Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push! Chorus: They whisperin' about us I know you haters doubt us How you count our money we ain't even finish countin' Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal... Verse 2 (Kanye West): Ay yo I'm sittin on top of the- It's more than a feeling ain't it? I be killin' damn it, I'm illin' I'm illin'- Eh eh eh meet Mr. Popular Go get your binoculars And see Penthouse 3 where a n----a be Spittin' fire on the PJ in my PJ's Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like TJ Yea people I said Marshalls we play I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay Meet Ye' alligator souffle, had it made Special Ed got head from a girl in Special Ed Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class But she got that dumb ass Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast What happen Tisha, your boyfriend come fast? Turn around gimme pound like we folks Hell no I went raw dog three strokes Chorus: They whisperin' about us I know you haters doubt us How you count our money we ain't even finish countin' Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal... Verse 3: Lights, cameras, action! The chain itself's a damn distraction You claim the belt, the glory I bask in I be hoppin the ring, n----s ya cash in It's like stoppin a train, N---a think he's stoppin my reign Talk slick while droppin my name? I'm puttin y'all to shame, diamonds in the little hand 50 percent splits I X out the middle man A far cry from a stash in the rental van I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan Ladies and gentle-man, introducin' The C4S with the rims protrudin' The roof vamoose, like a magic show Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw Y'all twiddle your thumbs like the average joe But just as you reap, so shall you so... Chorus: They whisperin' about us I know you haters doubt us How you count our money we ain't even finish countin' Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...

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