Shine Lyrics - 2010 - Bow Wow

Bitch! Ha! 

Chorus. 

Shine 

Get up and then I (shine) 

You know I gotta (shine) 

And everyday I (shine) 

You fuckin know it (shine) 

You hate me cuz I (shine) 

You know that ima (shine) 

I hit the club and (shine) 

I fuckin throw it (shine) - 2x 

Verse. 

Well my nigga it's the B to the O 

Yall already know 

Courtesy of cash money records my nigga now i got money to blow 

Hundreds I throw 

Still mr. money aint a thing 

hurt ya feelings if I told you what im getting paid 

Man a nigga used to dream of them better days 

now im living lavish pocket full of cabbage money steady stackin 

I could give a fuck with a haters say 

and I had to hire more security just to keep the girls off 

boy im on that purple shit I smoke until I dose off 

I don't have to say nothing the hoes just take they clothes off 

And if this what hard work gets me then I never take a day off 

Aint outkast but I talk big boy shit 

Man yo girl all on my dick 

She don't even know me and she feenin' already let me be your dope man and give you a fix 

B to the O dub, dub 0 dub, hold up 28s when a nigga roll up 

Pockets so grown up I don't know what you doin mothafucka 

Step ya doe up nigga 

Chorus. 

Get up and then I (shine) 

You know I gotta (shine) 

And everyday I (shine) 

You fuckin know it (shine) 

You hate me cuz I (shine) 

You know that ima (shine) 

I hit the club and (shine) 

I fuckin throw it (shine) - 2x 

Verse. 

Well my nigga what the fuck you thought no what the fuck you think 

Movin slow like im off the drink 

Only 22 you roll you know 

Who went on live and kissed tyra banks 

And that's me dog mr.entourage himself 

Wearin' Louis down to the belt 

Nobody got swag like me man yall niggas know yall cant fuck with me 

On top of the world lookin down on all yall lame niggas 

You don't need no clouds just give me a couple stacks I can make it rain nigga 

I got the fame nigga 

Diamonds all in my chain nigga 

Naw we aint the same nigga 

Been Ready to blow like propane nigga 

Bang nigga 

Doin 200, police is tryna sweat me 

But im in a gingerbread whip they aint gon catch me 

But I told them catch me if you can 

Cuz boy im on a paper chase 

and I don't trust niggas cuz they talkin more then ricky lake 

chorus. 

Get up and then I (shine) 

You know I gotta (shine) 

And everyday I (shine) 

You fuckin know it (shine) 

You hate me cuz I (shine) 

You know that ima (shine) 

I hit the club and (shine) 

I fuckin throw it (shine) - 2x 

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