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  • Текст песни Емінем - всё она написала. 1

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    Now I don't really care what you call me,
    Just as long as you don't call me rude!
    I bet they knew as soon as they saw me,
    “Goodnight! It's over with...” - that's all she wrote..!

    Streets like cold Chicago,
    Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before!
    But still I ball like no tomorrow,
    “Goodnight! It's over with...” - that's all she wrote..!
    All she wrote, all she wrote...

    I said "It's over with...” - that's all she wrote,
    All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote...
    “Goodnight! It's over with...” - that's all she wrote..!

    It's stupid how I go in knowing everybody knowing that I'm
    Sewing up the game, strong like they hate me for it
    Eventually, see they can't beat than with me they join,
    Others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn
    You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks
    You never did blend in with the big shots
    It's on the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops,
    I just laugh at, nigga wishing it was this hot
    Guess they mad at me, huh, really pissed off
    Better that than pissed on
    I'm "The Jettisons", you're "The Flintstones"
    Catch me in the end zone,
    High stepping prime time
    Thought you, niggas, been on
    Ain't no blocking my shine
    Like my new air Yeezy’s, you can see me in the night
    You wanna hate, have a nice time
    While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind
    (mind, mind)

    Now I don't really care what you call me
    Just as long as you don't call me rude
    I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
    “Goodnight! It's over with...” - that's all she wrote..!

    Streets like cold Chicago
    Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before
    But still I ball like no tomorrow,
    “Goodnight! It's over with...” - that's all she wrote..!
    All she wrote, all she wrote

    Man TIP told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hip you
    Never let these traits trick you
    Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, shit
    Dig you a hole, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch
    Shit you talk about some advice that sticks with you
    If i should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns
    Like double stick, its you but fuck ‘em TIP, its cold
    It's chilling like and feeling like the penguin in it's fucking igloo eating fudgesicles
    I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you
    Before I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch
    You think this is some Nintendo game how fucking dumb is you
    I'll give you some mumps before I split some lump somes with you
    So here's a penny for your thoughts
    But it won't buy you a cheeseburger, although a nickle might just get you one pickle
    Fuck it, it's official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue
    That's a bombshell, scud missile!
    I got this cuss at you to fucking cuss at you
    Like before I rap there was some motherfucking stud
    Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way for shizzle
    I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle
    So fuck scissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister

    Now I don't really care what you call me
    You can even call me cold
    These bitches know as soon as they saw me
    It's never me to get the privilege to know ‘em
    I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
    Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

    The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with
    But don't get mad at me
    Go blame the chick who wrote this shit
    Ya life is sure a bitch
    But she knows I'm rich
    That's why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
    Here I go again,
    I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in
    Peso, Euro, yeah, eh he, I'm paid never gon' be poor again
    See me posted in anything, wearing any chain

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