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Said N Done (Original Version)
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Busta Rhymes
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(After) After it’s said 'n' done (Laughter) (Laughter) I'll be dead 'n' gone Oh my god, oh my god (I'll be dead 'n' gone) Blocka, blocka, big up, big up (I'll be dead 'n' gone) It’s the Coke Boy n***a with the A$AP Mob (When it's said 'n' done) Oh my god, oh my god I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh? (Why?) ‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh? Oh my god, oh my god But you couldn’t f**k with the flow I got n***as tryna flak like the clothes I rock (Hah) Pretty motherf**ker just stole my thot (Hah) Oh my god, oh my god Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up Look up, look up, it's a stick up, stick up I'ma show you power of the mula I put a sundress on your shooter Man they turned their back on your boy huh? You trickin' but you waitin' for the boy huh? My god, oh my god Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now Took a little time off I'm back up on my grind Mind on the money, but the money on my mind Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the b*t*hes chucked my shirt 'cause I came for the business Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes Paid for the crib, put the cane with the fridges (Paid for the crib, put the cane with the fridges) (After) After it’s said 'n' done (Laughter) (Laughter) I'll be dead 'n' gone I heard them boys callin' up the boys huh? And they showing up to court huh? Dirty money, ain't in the Forbes huh? Love my b*t*h, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot Taught the b*t*h, oh my, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot Oh my god, oh my god Heard them n***as jacket like the boy huh? Said he into fashion like the boy huh? But she love me like the ozone She f**ked me with my custy, rusty cornrows I f**ked the b*t*h with my robone Jiggy n***a, f**ked the b*t*h with all my gold on But you the type of n***a to get stole on You either go hard or you go home (After) After it’s said 'n' done (Laughter) (Laughter) I'll be dead 'n' gone So much diamonds on, you think I stole 'em, hah (Stole 'em, hah) Weed, coke, pills, you know I sold 'em, hah (Huh) I run the streets holdin' a staff, now watch you hold it hah Just school all y'all n***as as the older guy Get back in the kitchen, b*t*h, you 'posed to fry And the way I'm out her killin' sh*t, you 'posed to die I know you out here tryna save face, you 'posed to lie The poster child, b*t*h, you paced to post the guy How you get merked? Mine was [?] to cry You used to be a little angel, you was 'posed to fly I fed him thirty bricks, you tried to hold a pie you cannot win, I know 'posed to try I grew to learn you was a funny guy I keeps me a shipment of coke, I got a boat's supply Floatin' on winnin' while you dopes are high Top of the world to be floatin' in a lonely sky Go hard or you go home She love it when I hit it with my robe on I couldn't ball, had to hit the stove We talkin' raw white, California Rolls We talkin' top down, California hoes We talkin' small sandals, got her on her toes I don't ask twice for the tongue Word to ISIS, I'm the bomb Cartagena, Corleone I'm gone, do you smell aroma? Drinkin', smoke a whole lot Know buy every bag I'ma buy the whole lot Your pu**y wet, don't lie Oh my, oh my god Oh my god, oh my god Oh my god, oh my god (I'll be dead 'n' gone) Blocka, blocka, big up, big up (I'll be dead 'n' gone) It’s the Coke Boy n***a with the A$AP Mob (When it's said 'n' done) Oh my god, oh my god She love when I hit it with my robe on She love when I hit it with my gold on Poppin' pills, drink, get your roll on They don't love you 'til you're dead and gone Montana
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