เนื้อเพลง Parlay - T.I.

[Intro: T.I.]
I got DOPE! BAP!
Grand Hustle n*gga (Hustle Gang n*gga!)
Yeah yeah yeah! Bap! (HEY! HEY!)
Get Dough Or Die n*gga (broke n*ggaz eat your heart out!)
G.D.O.D. n*gga (okay bruh)
AY! HEY!

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Yeah, ay never mind that blahzay-blahzay, all we do is Parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
Ferrari Maserati riders, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
We livin every day like Friday, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
Just ask them hoes they know about us, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, say all we do is parlay

[T.I.]
Got Maybachs on they block and a watch, tanktop, two chains
Snapbacks and cargos; them racks I got carloads
My flow sick, got parvo, my swag on retardo
A bunch of G's when we ride hoe, we live no Apollo
Got strippers, got star hoes, we talk sh*t, swallow spit
In mansions and condos, they quick to swallow d*ck
Fly G-4 to the West coast, under palm trees poppin Dom P
With a hazel-eyed big blonde weave that got a jungle booty, Jumanji
All I do is wake up, cake up, smear these b*tches makeup
In them new Margiela flavors in Montego Bay, Jamaica
Hundred karat chain, solitaire, no Pave
Never mind they blahzay-blahzay, all we do is parlay

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[D.O.P.E.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay thug, got me leanin to my left, fake as hell
I be saggin like a thug, buy a hoe the Louis belt
The whole clique, throwin ten, I can do that by myself
My sound ground, they be alien and don't know it like they live[?]
I get my cash straight out K truck, n*gga wanna try me
I'ma hit big cuz ASAP, he gon' drive the fever
Make it failin like it stay flake[?]
N*gga we'll get you well-done, and stay away, the bumpin with my kayfabe[?]
My house stay where the lake stay, Benz seat where my ass stay
I'm makin plays on a good day and only parlayin on a bad day
My Red Bottoms say CL, Benz coupe say CL
Sharp than they two hill[?], oops, now we three hills[?] b*tch!

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[D.O.P.E.]
Ay, all I do is parlay, I do everything the star way
I got b*tches f*ckin with me, p*ssy sweeter than a parfait
Sell all of my parquet[?] at the other end of Parkway
N*gga try me and I'll make that chopper sing like a Bar-Kay
All I do is parlay, all I do is parlay
I been gettin money so I'm callin Target "Target"
All of the b*tches go our way, I'm killin these n*ggaz the bar way
You can't be a n*gga they say is a dog unless they referrin to Shar-Peis
Me and that Gucci won't part ways, b*tch I be fresh as a fool (fool)
These are the brooks in my forte, sometimes I be dressed in the cool (cool)
I know I be winnin cause s*ckers be constantly tryin to catch up with my mood (mood)
Sit back and watch while I turn up a notch, just [?] just what I do (do)

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