
Mo’f**ka Bushido (Ft. Swizz Beatz)
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[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Uhh, owww, right
Once again
Showtime
Ladies and Gentleman
As we go
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
We gon' get it poppin' in this Mo'Fucka (a'ight a'ight)
We gon' set it off in this Mo'Fucka (a'ight a'ight)
Hands in the air in this Mo'Fucka (a'ight, a'ight)
We don't really care in this motherfucker (a'ight a'ight)
Get your drinks up in this Mo'Fucka (a'ight a'ight)
Smoke that good shit in this Mo'Fucka (a'ight a'ight)
Get all your cake in this Mo'Fucka
Ain't nobody hating in this Mo'Fucka (owww!)
[Verse 1: Swizz Beatz]
I'm chilling in my Aston Martin with four doors
The top off, I feel like that bitch fell off
Niggas acting sick, well I make you niggas cough
Plus I'm riding clean, bitch -- I got them white walls
I'm chilling on a yacht with that billion dollar talk
That billion dollar walk, I got that billion dollar spark
I come from that gritty city up the New York
You niggas talking crazy, bet you niggas won't jump
But your money where your mouth is
Put your house or put your keys
I'm in this fucking game
And I do this shit for real
Two hundred and fifty million sold track record
You niggas talking crazy, you ain't got a hot record, fresh
Uhh, owww, right
Once again
Showtime
Ladies and Gentleman
As we go
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
We gon' get it poppin' in this Mo'Fucka (a'ight a'ight)
We gon' set it off in this Mo'Fucka (a'ight a'ight)
Hands in the air in this Mo'Fucka (a'ight, a'ight)
We don't really care in this motherfucker (a'ight a'ight)
Get your drinks up in this Mo'Fucka (a'ight a'ight)
Smoke that good shit in this Mo'Fucka (a'ight a'ight)
Get all your cake in this Mo'Fucka
Ain't nobody hating in this Mo'Fucka (owww!)
[Verse 1: Swizz Beatz]
I'm chilling in my Aston Martin with four doors
The top off, I feel like that bitch fell off
Niggas acting sick, well I make you niggas cough
Plus I'm riding clean, bitch -- I got them white walls
I'm chilling on a yacht with that billion dollar talk
That billion dollar walk, I got that billion dollar spark
I come from that gritty city up the New York
You niggas talking crazy, bet you niggas won't jump
But your money where your mouth is
Put your house or put your keys
I'm in this fucking game
And I do this shit for real
Two hundred and fifty million sold track record
You niggas talking crazy, you ain't got a hot record, fresh
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