| Money cars clothes freaks
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| Bitch I need all that give it up
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| Money cars clothes freaks
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| Bitch I need all that give it up
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| Give it up, give it up
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| Bitch I need all that give it up
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| Give it up, give it up
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| Bitch I need all that give it up
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| Money cars clothes bars blow
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| Bunch of drug money stuffed in my car
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| Go, how when I let baby
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| All my girls sleep with many many men
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| Give me ends
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| I’m dice god, 100 pounds
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| How I’m so on and I’m underground
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| Why these pretty ass bitches give me money now
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| Just to come around lay it down yeah 100 round
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| I’m talking about cash yeah you know me
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| I was shipping OG, OT in '03
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| Rollie on my wrist sit on chrome feet
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| I’m FedEx Berner I got my own trees
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| We ain’t love no bopper
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| We just stash gram bags of Parada in our locker
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| My shoe game proper, they call me big papa
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| If I knock her I’ma take her for every single dollar
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| Give it up
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| HBK Gangster, overdrive Jeep Wrangler
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| The beat strangler, oh
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| Play the car but don’t be a
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| Niggas hate but they girl don’t wanna meet a stranger
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| Should of known real niggas
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| I don’t digiorno I deliever
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| She wanna put my watch on that’s that
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| She exit the car after he enter
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| Speaking in third person, I’m straight like perm purchase
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| My name big ghost search it
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| New rims no I curbed them
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| Ball harder than Ervin
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| how I’m spending this Durchi
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| Kill em with the oh, carrier of bad news
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| Toxic rap to get rid of the fumes
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| Yo ho I’m a goon, 707
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| Step in the building women thinking that they in heaven
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| Young mack I’m what you heard about
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| Your bitch a freak that’s the word around
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| Heart Break Gang yeah it’s murder now
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| Every show yeah we burn it down
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| Me and Sage go way back
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| Hit him on the head, homie don’t play that
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| Baby talking down, but they don’t say that
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| I need them double M’s I ain’t talking about Maybach
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| Uh, I need all that shit
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| She don’t even get a text and you call that bitch
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| You a simp mother fucker I can call that shit
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| See my gold chains and she all on dick
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| Uh, aye boy I don’t play boy
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| I been around the world I’m still a Bay boy
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| Got your girl on my head like a GameBoy
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| She ain’t fucking me for free bet she pay for it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Give It Up , by - Sage The Gemini. Song from the album Remember Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп