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(Clipse feat. Pharrell) (Pharell) Ey, ey, ey, ey Yea, yeaa, yea, yeaa Chorus: (Pusha-T) You can find me in the streets, even in a drought My matrass is full, why shouldn't I be out? Errbody, I'm good (what they tell ya?) I'm good (what they tell ya?) I'm good (what she tell ya?) I'm good (what you see?) Hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch Pullin' up my ride, hell yea the rims match (what they tell ya?) I'm good (what they tell ya?) I'm good (what they tell ya?) I'm good (what she tell ya?) Verse 1: (Pusha-T) Man, I'm killin' it, ridin in that brand new Swimmin' through the streets, lookin' like I'm shamoo In that big body with the wet pave I got some pocket change from sellin' white ??? Today is a good day, Ice Cubes on my chest Lookin at my Blackberry freak, hit me on the text Letras de cancionesCome and beat it up, I just need a minute U can ???? you ain't gotta lay in it Yes, niggas don't like it when you lookin' good Hate it when you shinin' through the neighborhood ????, niggas know the time, hoes cut their eyes We call 'em Samurais (Waaaaa a) Fly as I can ever be A level of success that you can never see You jealous mayn, we in propellas mayn Think about, ain't shit you can ???? Chorus Bridge: Verse 2: (Malice) Cruisin' on 'em 22's, got me sittin' pretty You should hear that engine purr: Here kitty kitty! Ride through the city, errbody know me And the sun is out, it's like it's shinin' on me Shoutin out to homies, as i breeze by I'm on cloud nine, and I ain't even high Told my shorty I'll be back, and I ain't even lie Them VVS's be the best that money can buy I see you flirtin' baby, them jeans is painted on her Moma lookin' right, and I don't even want her No need to take it personal, but that's just how it be No disrespect to you, I'm just enjoying me Finaly I'm free, all my dues paid Them yellow diamonds got the charm, like it's Minute Maid And I'm lookin' good, and I'm feelin' good Try and stop my shine, I wish a nigga would Chorus (Thanks to BBB for these lyrics) From Letras Mania