Tadow Lyrics - Student Of The Game - N.o.r.e.

Haaah, Chopper sing 

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 

Yeah, money on my mind, molly in my cup 

Mix with that wine, sour in my blunt 

That's just zodiac fine I don't give a fuck 

If you rep them dollar signs go and put em up 

Fuck that, I don't 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 pumps 

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 

Last name money, first name I loved this 

So love this money is my motherfuckin government 

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 whole enchilada 

Pop that pussy for my wallet, 

Sex is a weapon, cho cho paw paw 

And I'm 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 

I'm 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 

If you ain't talkin dollars, I ain't tryina holla 

Push been on this rap shit, fuckin with them guallas 

Fuckin with them esses, filling up them charger's 

Gas ain't in them gas tanks, them just filled with powder 

Caskets for you cowards, bang out let it rang out 

Call my chopper Method Man, the way it bring that pain out 

Aaaah, you heard that, ain't 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 I'm on one 

Dark skin nigga with a long gun, 

Right there? that's nightmare like Elm street this Hell week 

I'm candy man with that white chyea 

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