“Snoop Dogg ft. R. Kelly – Platinum” is a captivating collaboration that merges Snoop Dogg’s laid-back flow with R. Kelly’s soulful vocals. The track exudes a luxurious and smooth vibe, complemented by a catchy melody and infectious hooks. Snoop Dogg’s signature West Coast style shines through, while R. Kelly’s vocals add a touch of R&B elegance to the mix. With its polished production and confident performances, “Platinum” is a testament to the enduring talent of both artists. It’s a song that oozes charm and showcases the chemistry between Snoop Dogg and R. Kelly, making it a standout addition to their respective catalogs. Check out Snoop Dogg Plantinum Lyrics and Video here…
Swag like a lighter and I keep my swag lit Man, I’m on fire, that can’t tell a nigga shit V12 rolling, got some honeys up in it Say your pussy golden but I only fuck with platinum chicks Only talk platinum shit, only swallow platinum spit Speak my own slanguage, still I am the real-iest Surrounded by Cîroc but your boy sipping Hennessy Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I.P. Sick and there’s no cure, bad case of V.I.P. Still in the game killing, you can call us M.V.P Whole fucking club, jump in your cars and follow me It’s dude from the Chi and the D-O double G
Let a motherfucker know from the get go Came through the door slow with a four-four Limping, crimping and pimping, mixing ’em all Fixing the ball, drifting, listen, dawg My rap is that my Cadillac is dripping wet You can bet, turn it down, roll it up, burn it up Give it back to me, let me show you how to move that Groove that, weed that do that All in fallin’ ballin’ yellin’ doggy do that chew that Record sales, whole sales, detail, retail, you fail, we sell Ding dong, get your mama, ring your bell Back in the club with my nephew Kellz 25 girls in the Dogg cartel And they do what the Dogg say Grifted or walkway, pimping on them all day, can’t you tell? I’m liking it, loving it, cubbin’ it Gubbin’ it, drinks up, blunts lit, platinum boss shit Nigga, you know how we do this
Take it back in the back of the car, mac Mac like mackin’ ’em hard like dat corps crackin’ ’em hard Rich nigga with a platinum card, in a platinum car With mink on the seat, bones on the feet, ho’s on the street ‘Cause they all wanna make that trip to the promised land Little mama can give it to me like I’m the man Give it to me like I told you Grab you, flip you, hold you, break you down Stop the press, drop your dress ’cause I’m gon’ take you down What d’you think? I got drink and you won’t drink right now? Two shots and now you ready for that, that, that now And I’m gon’ give you that, I know that you diggin’ that Platinum smile on your face, yeah, they know I’m diggin’ that And I’m liking it, loving it, cubbin’ it, gubbin’ it Drinks up, blunts lit, platinum boss shit
You know how we do this Platinum, platinum stars Platinum, platinum chicks Platinum, platinum clothes Platinum, platinum rich Platinum, platinum shots Platinum, platinum flights Platinum, platinum cribs Platinum, platinum lights
Look at us mom, we at the bar, we going crazy, whoa Earth is our turf, we on them jets leaving them haters, whoa Snoop poppin’ bottles, I got models ’bout to mix it, whoa I see your man, he causing problems, ’bout to fix it, whoa You cats are sloppy, call me the clean up man Pimpin’ is my hobby, first love mic in hand I got a platinum car, I got a platinum chain I got a platinum chick and she give me platinum brain I ain’t gonna bullshit ya ladies This the real thing While they going gold Weed ’em with platinum man
