N.O.R.E. - Tadow (ft. 2 Chainz, French Montana & Pusha T)

Tadow Lyrics / Paroles

[Intro: French Montana]
Haaah, Chopper sing

[Hook: French Montana]
My chopper go Tadow, it’ll turn you inside out
her ass like Tadow, my money like Tadow
Bling, Tadow, money
Bling, Tadow money
rat, tat ta ta ta Tadow
My chopper go Tadow
her ass like Tadow,
my money like Tadow
my car like Tadow
bitch, Bling Tadow
bitch Bling Tadow money
Rat tat tat tat tat tat Tadow

[Verse 1: P.A.P.I.]
yeah, money on my mind, molly in my cup
mix with that wine, sour in my blunt
thats just zodiac fine I dont give a fuck
if you rep them dollar signs go and put em up
fuck that, I dont buck back
see I buck first, move the fuck back
I bagged that, I pumped that
I real estate I Trump that
ya’ll be where them dumps at,
ya’ll be where them punks at
I be where them choppers, oozies, AK’s, and …
name a town and city I whipped it in
car and model I whipped it in
a face and shape I been with her
if not with her, bitch similar
G’s on deck I really live this shit
from left like rack, rack, rack city bitch


[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Last name money, first name I loved this
so love this money is my motherfuckin garmet
touch me? uh uh, shoot you, right there
leave you, right there
leave the scene tall nigga with long hair
her ass like Tadow give me that Hoe-enchilada
pop that pussy for my wallet,
sex is a weapon, cho cho paw paw
and Im ridin’ round and gettin it
you already know my steelow
I’m big like selling kilo’s
and you small, small like pee-hole
and the chopper in my backseat
hands reached no plan B
Im the type of nigga wear a pistol to the Grammys
touch me? uh uh, shoot you, right there
leave you, right there
leave the scene tall nigga with long hair


[Verse 3: Pusha T]
If you aint talkin dollars, I aint tryina holla
Push been on this rap shit, fuckin with them guallas
fuckin with them SC’s filling up them charger’s
gas aint in them gas tanks, them just filled with powder
caskets for you cowards, bang out let it rang out
call my chopper Method Man, no way it bring that pain out
aaaah, you heard that, aint no way to swerve that
bullets flip you on your ass, that chopper push that curb back
fuckin around with the wrong ones
spazzin out like Im on one
dark skin nigga with a long gun,
right there? thats nightmare like Elm street this Hell week
I’m candy man with that white chyea


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