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  • someone

    ik zoek de songtekst van mr. philiips, who wanna make (chi ching)…

    als iemand me kan helpen…

    alvast erg bedankt!!!

    kus…

  • bert/ songtekst-op-artiest

    probeer het hier eens, suc6

    http://www.janvis.nl/jvartiest2.php?ArtistNameID=758

  • Ik

    Ragga part

    Some of them come at the dance, and them wear them bling bling!

    Some of them come at the dance and them flex ice and things!

    Some of them come at the dance and them wear them bling bling!

    But when you check them out, well them ain’t got no ching ching!

    Verse 1

    I’m the capatalist cause I’m smashin this,

    my heat got you blazin harasin this.

    We passin this summer, we in this together.

    We rollin with the boys, cause tonite its all better!

    My rhyme flow messin’ up your mission,

    yall ain’t cookin right better wash dishes.

    Like the line at the challenge stretchin for miles,

    puttin bitches in my phone under X files.

    After four we headin for the Burger King,

    niggas gettin loud security won’t let em in.

    We here for the women ass and tall and grining at cha,

    upperclass livin. Cash rules everything around me,

    honeys can’t clown me, they pattin me down like Robert Downey.

    Elevate ya elbows real hi. Mr phillips got the remedy,

    if you wanna fly!

    Verse 2

    Going loco in Accapulco

    Where ever we go we livin’ fast I’m Ricky Ricardo.

    Gotta warn yall got it coverd like Armor All.

    Cause I’m chewin this doe just like its Stimorol!

    After all we be the dapper dans,

    first class to Miami by Amsterdam

    Even though it’s hot on the block

    Im so cool i make the weather man pop

    Got cash in my pockets, Kani!

    Got dollar signs in your eye, thats why i fly by.

    With the express, cash the checks, rags to riches, time to collect.

    Tonite we wreck shop, and we dont stop, for real!

    We got the doe like the government got, yo.

    Elevate ya elbows real hi. Mr phillips got the remedy,

    you wanna fly?

    Chorus

    All my brothers in here who wanna make…Chi Ching!!

    Buyin new car, clothes so lets roll…Chi Ching!!

    @!#$ payin taxes we gotta mack this,

    every brother in the club likes to make…Chi Ching!!

    All my honeys in here who wanna make…Chi Ching!!

    Playin games for goods and the doe…Chi Ching!!

    Giving out fake diggits lolipop lickin,

    up in the club shakin that ass…Chi Ching!!

  • someone

    Heej!! bedankt dat je de songtekst hebt gevonde voor me :)

    doeg! kus Anne