Cashmere Thoughts Lyrics
| Song | Cashmere Thoughts |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Album | Reasonable Doubt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bohannon, Carter, Emanuel ... | |
| Hah hah hah hah, yeah yeah | |
| What it is player? | |
| You player it's all about you | |
| How you gon' say that man | |
| If I had your hand | |
| I'd turn mine in | |
| Far as I'm concerned if | |
| I had your hand | |
| I cut mines off | |
| Hah man, you know man | |
| I'm just dealin' that hoe money | |
| You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money | |
| Check this out man when you run up on your bitch | |
| This, this is what you tell her | |
| Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot | |
| Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot | |
| Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry | |
| Like a hymen, when | |
| I'm rhymin' with remarkable timin' | |
| Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen | |
| Spittin' venom up in the, minds of young women | |
| Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar | |
| Might you remember, my shit is cold like | |
| DecemberSmoother than | |
| Persian rugs, the cashmere | |
| Chromosomes make a nigga | |
| Jigga Jay- | |
| Z lethal drugs | |
| Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets | |
| Words worth a million like | |
| I'm rappin' 'em through platinum teeth | |
| I got the | |
| Grey Poupon, you been warned' | |
| Cause all beef return well done fillet mignon | |
| The Don, smell of | |
| Dom on my breath as | |
| IYawn, when you hoes try to con a pro(Slow) | |
| As if you didn't know, | |
| Jay's about gettin' dough | |
| Spittin' flow like fine wines down your earlobe | |
| I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol | |
| Honies hum in melody when | |
| I, rub it like crystal | |
| The proper etiquette, when | |
| I drop the subject verb | |
| Then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterit | |
| I'm solid gold, | |
| I rap like a mink stole | |
| I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know | |
| From New York, to | |
| Paris, the vocal style vary | |
| From nice to deadly like a bad bag of | |
| D, nowNotice, the child swift like a locust | |
| Focus on the loc' | |
| I be the greatest nigga that wrote it | |
| Return of the | |
| Jedi, from | |
| Rio Degenero | |
| Worn da red eye, yet | |
| I, still feel the need to be fly | |
| I did die when | |
| I'm rappin' then slide like satin | |
| You know the black eye white | |
| China in the brain cabinet | |
| I never cry if | |
| I did I'd cry ice | |
| From my nigga sauce, | |
| I hit you with this advice | |
| Life's short, so play hard and stick hard | |
| And the only time you love 'em is when your dick hard | |
| Whoh! That's cashmere baby | |
| Nah, you know, that's just laid back man | |
| Man, shit, | |
| J to the A to the | |
| Y to the Z | |
| Yeah babyMother****in' pimp that's what he be | |
| Cashmere baby | |
| Don't get no hotter than that | |
| Sho' you're right | |
| Sho' you're right them niggaz know | |
| Check it out, check it out, check it out | |
| Ghettos, Errol | |
| Flynn, hot like heroin | |
| Young pimps is sterile when | |
| I pimp through your borough in | |
| I gotta keep your tricks intact' | |
| Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man | |
| The star player, the golden bar layer | |
| The sweet | |
| Miss Fine | |
| Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right | |
| I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night | |
| Go tell your peeps dawg | |
| I'm lethal 'til it ain't right | |
| I pimp hard on a trick, look | |
| **** if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot |
| zuo ci : Bohannon, Carter, Emanuel ... | |
| Hah hah hah hah, yeah yeah | |
| What it is player? | |
| You player it' s all about you | |
| How you gon' say that man | |
| If I had your hand | |
| I' d turn mine in | |
| Far as I' m concerned if | |
| I had your hand | |
| I cut mines off | |
| Hah man, you know man | |
| I' m just dealin' that hoe money | |
| You know hoe money is slow money but it' s sho' money | |
| Check this out man when you run up on your bitch | |
| This, this is what you tell her | |
| Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot | |
| Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it' s hot | |
| Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry | |
| Like a hymen, when | |
| I' m rhymin' with remarkable timin' | |
| Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen | |
| Spittin' venom up in the, minds of young women | |
| Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar | |
| Might you remember, my shit is cold like | |
| DecemberSmoother than | |
| Persian rugs, the cashmere | |
| Chromosomes make a nigga | |
| Jigga Jay | |
| Z lethal drugs | |
| Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets | |
| Words worth a million like | |
| I' m rappin' ' em through platinum teeth | |
| I got the | |
| Grey Poupon, you been warned' | |
| Cause all beef return well done fillet mignon | |
| The Don, smell of | |
| Dom on my breath as | |
| IYawn, when you hoes try to con a pro Slow | |
| As if you didn' t know, | |
| Jay' s about gettin' dough | |
| Spittin' flow like fine wines down your earlobe | |
| I' m smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol | |
| Honies hum in melody when | |
| I, rub it like crystal | |
| The proper etiquette, when | |
| I drop the subject verb | |
| Then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterit | |
| I' m solid gold, | |
| I rap like a mink stole | |
| I stick pearl tongues your world' ll never know | |
| From New York, to | |
| Paris, the vocal style vary | |
| From nice to deadly like a bad bag of | |
| D, nowNotice, the child swift like a locust | |
| Focus on the loc' | |
| I be the greatest nigga that wrote it | |
| Return of the | |
| Jedi, from | |
| Rio Degenero | |
| Worn da red eye, yet | |
| I, still feel the need to be fly | |
| I did die when | |
| I' m rappin' then slide like satin | |
| You know the black eye white | |
| China in the brain cabinet | |
| I never cry if | |
| I did I' d cry ice | |
| From my nigga sauce, | |
| I hit you with this advice | |
| Life' s short, so play hard and stick hard | |
| And the only time you love ' em is when your dick hard | |
| Whoh! That' s cashmere baby | |
| Nah, you know, that' s just laid back man | |
| Man, shit, | |
| J to the A to the | |
| Y to the Z | |
| Yeah babyMother in' pimp that' s what he be | |
| Cashmere baby | |
| Don' t get no hotter than that | |
| Sho' you' re right | |
| Sho' you' re right them niggaz know | |
| Check it out, check it out, check it out | |
| Ghettos, Errol | |
| Flynn, hot like heroin | |
| Young pimps is sterile when | |
| I pimp through your borough in | |
| I gotta keep your tricks intact' | |
| Cause I walk like a piyimp, talk like a mack man | |
| The star player, the golden bar layer | |
| The sweet | |
| Miss Fine | |
| Thing puhlayah, sho' yo right | |
| I' m game tight, so watch it it change to night | |
| Go tell your peeps dawg | |
| I' m lethal ' til it ain' t right | |
| I pimp hard on a trick, look | |
| if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot |
| zuò cí : Bohannon, Carter, Emanuel ... | |
| Hah hah hah hah, yeah yeah | |
| What it is player? | |
| You player it' s all about you | |
| How you gon' say that man | |
| If I had your hand | |
| I' d turn mine in | |
| Far as I' m concerned if | |
| I had your hand | |
| I cut mines off | |
| Hah man, you know man | |
| I' m just dealin' that hoe money | |
| You know hoe money is slow money but it' s sho' money | |
| Check this out man when you run up on your bitch | |
| This, this is what you tell her | |
| Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot | |
| Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it' s hot | |
| Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry | |
| Like a hymen, when | |
| I' m rhymin' with remarkable timin' | |
| Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen | |
| Spittin' venom up in the, minds of young women | |
| Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar | |
| Might you remember, my shit is cold like | |
| DecemberSmoother than | |
| Persian rugs, the cashmere | |
| Chromosomes make a nigga | |
| Jigga Jay | |
| Z lethal drugs | |
| Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets | |
| Words worth a million like | |
| I' m rappin' ' em through platinum teeth | |
| I got the | |
| Grey Poupon, you been warned' | |
| Cause all beef return well done fillet mignon | |
| The Don, smell of | |
| Dom on my breath as | |
| IYawn, when you hoes try to con a pro Slow | |
| As if you didn' t know, | |
| Jay' s about gettin' dough | |
| Spittin' flow like fine wines down your earlobe | |
| I' m smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol | |
| Honies hum in melody when | |
| I, rub it like crystal | |
| The proper etiquette, when | |
| I drop the subject verb | |
| Then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterit | |
| I' m solid gold, | |
| I rap like a mink stole | |
| I stick pearl tongues your world' ll never know | |
| From New York, to | |
| Paris, the vocal style vary | |
| From nice to deadly like a bad bag of | |
| D, nowNotice, the child swift like a locust | |
| Focus on the loc' | |
| I be the greatest nigga that wrote it | |
| Return of the | |
| Jedi, from | |
| Rio Degenero | |
| Worn da red eye, yet | |
| I, still feel the need to be fly | |
| I did die when | |
| I' m rappin' then slide like satin | |
| You know the black eye white | |
| China in the brain cabinet | |
| I never cry if | |
| I did I' d cry ice | |
| From my nigga sauce, | |
| I hit you with this advice | |
| Life' s short, so play hard and stick hard | |
| And the only time you love ' em is when your dick hard | |
| Whoh! That' s cashmere baby | |
| Nah, you know, that' s just laid back man | |
| Man, shit, | |
| J to the A to the | |
| Y to the Z | |
| Yeah babyMother in' pimp that' s what he be | |
| Cashmere baby | |
| Don' t get no hotter than that | |
| Sho' you' re right | |
| Sho' you' re right them niggaz know | |
| Check it out, check it out, check it out | |
| Ghettos, Errol | |
| Flynn, hot like heroin | |
| Young pimps is sterile when | |
| I pimp through your borough in | |
| I gotta keep your tricks intact' | |
| Cause I walk like a piyimp, talk like a mack man | |
| The star player, the golden bar layer | |
| The sweet | |
| Miss Fine | |
| Thing puhlayah, sho' yo right | |
| I' m game tight, so watch it it change to night | |
| Go tell your peeps dawg | |
| I' m lethal ' til it ain' t right | |
| I pimp hard on a trick, look | |
| if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot |
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