N.O.R.E.

N.O.R.E. - Tadow lyrics

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[Hook] x 2

My chopper gold tadow, it will turn you inside up

Her ass like tadow, my money like tadow

Bling, tadow, money,

Bling, tadow, money,

Ra-ta-ta-ta-tadow

Yeah, money on my mind, molly in my cup

Mixed with that wine, sour in my blunt

That’s just zodiac fine I don’t give a f*ck

If you rep them dollar sign, go and put em up

Fuck that I walk back, see I walk first, move the f*ck back

I back that I pump that, I real estate, I trump that

Y’all be where them chumps at

Y’all be where them punks at

I be with them choppas, uzzi and ak’s ay

New mentalist city I be ... a car model I whipped it in

A face is shape I’ve been with her

If not with her, bitch send my love

G’s on deck, I really live this shit

Got from left rap, rack, rack, rack city bitch!

[Hook] x 2

My chopper gold tadow, it will turn you inside up

Her ass like tadow, my money like tadow

Bling, tadow, money,

Bling, tadow, money,

Ra-ta-ta-ta-tadow

Last night money, first night my love this

So love this money is my motherfucking gurmet

Test me naha, shoot right there

Leave you right there, leave the scene talk with long cannon

Her ass like tadow give me that hoe, any time lada pop that p*ssy

For my wallet, sex is a weapon, papa and I’m riding round and I’m getting it

You already know my stylo

I’m big like selling kilos and you small, small like peep hole

And the chopper on my back seat, hand reaching no plan b

I’m the type of n*gga, wear a pistol to the grammies

Test me naha, right there

Leave you right there, leave the scene talk with long air

[Hook] x 2

My chopper gold tadow, it will turn you inside up

Her ass like tadow, my money like tadow

Bling, tadow, money,

Bling, tadow, money,

Ra-ta-ta-ta-tadow

If you ain’t talking dollars, I ain’t tryina holler

Push been on this rap, with them guallas

Fucking with them essays, filling up them charges

Gasing in them gas tanks, then she spilled with powder

Caskets for you cowards

Bang out, let it rang out call my choppa mecaman

The way they bring the pain out, ra!

You heard that, ain’t no way to swerve that

Flip you on your ass, that choppa push the curbe back

Yeah, f*ck around with the wrong one

Yeah, spazzing out like I’m on one

Dark skin with a long gun, right there

That’s nightmare, like elm street, this hell week

I’m candy man with that white yeah

[Hook] x 2

My chopper gold tadow, it will turn you inside up

Her ass like tadow, my money like tadow

Bling, tadow, money,

Bling, tadow, money,

Ra-ta-ta-ta-tadow.

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