Slumdog Billionaire

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Red Cafe & Kid Ink & Nuchi - Pop

Slumdog Billionaire

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[Intro: Red Cafe] Daily beloved, we are gathered here tonight In celebration of a new day, a new voice, a new world [Verse 1: Red Cafe] Yeah, trick or treat, mask on its halloween Above the clouds so im drinkin like I'm Charlie Sheen Outfit inspired by last fashion week Contemplatin' takin' my bitch to a brassery After class I had to missus do my homework While I smoked a j, then I bone her Billion dollar dreams I'm getting closer Politicing with my jewish friends keep it kosher Went from poverty, to buyin' property To having r-n-b bitches ridin' on top of me Now the fake rap niggas is makin' a mockery Of the culture we've built worst than a robbery Critically acclaimed, 3 syllable name Cleaner than mineral water in a criminal vein Married to the game, dress her in veroan Shake down to the casquet [Chorus: Red Cafe] Mom's had the struggle, pap's wasn't there Raised by the streets middle finger in the air I'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire Back from the dead, strap no fed East to the west, say my name and I appear I'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire A slumdog billionaire [Verse 2: Kid Ink] All black, sipping white wine We've been waiting for this night for a life time You can hear the pain through the mic line Speakin from the heart dear valentine Slumdog fresh outta the kettle Headed to my sweet, but the label won't pay for my dental On the road to riches, came a long way from a demo [?] sleepin' on me, see the stain on your pillow, uh Somebody betta wake em, tell em where I came from Pop's wasn't there, nigga stay caged up I was playin toss with the neighbors, so if you see 'em Tell 'em I dont needa favor, I'm good, (Good) Smokin' on that good, swisher sweet no backwood Gettin' show money, no pay stubs I dont give a fuck in this bitch, Kanye shook? [Chorus: Red Cafe] Mom's had the struggle, pap's wasn't there Raised by the streets middle finger in the air I'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire Back from the dead, strap no fed East to the west, say my name and I appear I'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire A slumdog billionaire [Verse 3: Nuchi] [?] ask around the town I broke it down with the coke Shoutout to these hatin' niggas, spread that they be knowing me Got my [?] money up so I keep that semi close Got the dough music, here go a deadly dose Fish [?], fish scale all above Fake niggas throwing salt, real niggas show in love 'Bout [?], lookin' like we hit the live Back to back in Maseratis and them Kawasakis Big bodies, rollin' up big blunts Been [?] resembling the pricks [?] [?] sticky what I call them paper plates These faggot niggas better go and get their paper straight Still heavy in the trap with the substance My shoes and belt together, nigga that's sum one sprint And even when I try to pass go There's no way I can keep the profile low [Chorus: Red Cafe] Mom's had the struggle, pap's wasn't there Raised by the streets middle finger in the air I'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire Back from the dead, strap no fed East to the west, say my name and I appear I'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire A slumdog billionaire

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Credits

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  • Red Cafe
  • Kid Ink
  • Nuchi