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letra de success - stat quo

[hook]
baby nothin in this world, oh-hoh
can keep me from you, you, youuuuu
nothin in this world, oh-ohh-whoa
can keep me from you, you, youuuuu
we got a special kind of love, baby
me and you, you, youuuuu
and i’ll be comin home tonight, yeahhh
back to you, you, youuuuu

[stat – over hook]
not nuttin (not nuttin)
yeah!
some people love money
that’s cool {-laughs-}
so, some people love drugs, that’s aight
some people love these b-tches
that’s cool too, yeah! (yeah!)
tell you what i’m in love with though

[stat quo]
i wake up with it, on my mind
rain, sleet, whatever, i gots to get it
got hip to the grind so i had to ribbit
hopped in the game, jimmy gave me a ticket (millionaire!)
went to the streets to flip it
gymnastic pimp, walk with a limp, i’mma father shadows (shadows)
and all my paths are narrow
haters tried to drown me but the water was shallow (some say i was)
i stomp through the puddles (through the puddles)
now i’m ballin like n-ggas in huddles
see, we live for the hustle
plain train or grain, i’m the one they can’t m-ffle (can’t m-ffle)
runnin in a race, sittin used to the struggle
they asked me what i’m doin, gettin money’s my reb-ttal
in this game people hate to love you
me and success, we make a pretty fine couple
stat quo, yea!

[hook]

[stat – over hook]
yeah! success baby
it’s all over me!
yeah! i love you success
you love me too? i figured that
you’re so good to me!
ahhh! i’ll never cheat on you baby!

[stat quo]
cain’t stop, won’t stop, that’s what biggie said
martin had dreams, ‘pac said he had nightmares
do the sh-lltoes, dawg i’d rarely rock nike airs
rollin up purple, blowin smoke in the night air
these n-ggas playin musical chairs
a lot of rappers losin they deals and ain’t prepared
some get spared but they unaware
that the white boys in the suits ain’t playin fair
so i hide my motives, downplay my love
playin chess in my mind to get my paper up (paper up)
every drop is precious in a half-filled cup
one bottle, thirty n-ggas, only two drunk as f-ck
and i’mma be one of the two (one of the two)
ridin underneath the sunshine with you-know-who
i mean us, it’s no rush
me and success, the only b-tch i trust
stat quo (stat quo)

[hook]

[stat – over hook]
yea yea, yea!
yeah! yeah! ha ha!
not a motherf-ckin thing!
uh-uh-uhh, uh uh-uh-uh uh-uh-uhh
success, ’til death do us part, right?
yeah, ahhh… ohh!

- stat quo

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