| Cash, cash, I get sella cash,
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| Shawty don’t judge me, I’m might fucking fast.
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| Ding it out of doubt, hop in my dog,
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| Camarro, Fidel Castro.
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| Cocaine connect, not what I know that,
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| Believe I drop a few birds when I saw that,
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| Believe I push hella pounds when I found that,
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| And bet I press the copper right where your frown at.
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| What your life like? |
| Nigga, mine real,
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| They’re rolling you in foolery, nigga, mine real,
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| I’m selling narcotics, so you know how come,
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| I’m still balling on niggas without an album.
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| I ain’t the head preacher like from Malcom,
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| I’m hella dirty in these streets sell dirt.
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| Take down this smoke to my lungs like
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| Only question I ask for is my ones dead.
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| Fuck what these hoes doing, fuck who these hoes screwing,
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| Put that hoe in the street, let’s get this dog moving.
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| I slam Cadillac doors, whip, whip city and ice that crack down.
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| Hello, hello, I’m mean, motherfucker,
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| Hello, hello, I’m mean, motherfucker,
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| Hello, hello, I’m mean, motherfucker,
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| I know they wanna be me, motherfucker.
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| Hello, hello, I’m mean, motherfucker,
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| Hello, hello, I’m mean, motherfucker,
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| Hello, hello, I’m mean, motherfucker,
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| I know they wanna be me, motherfucker.
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| How we’ve kill 'em, rearrange how I do 'em
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| Motherfucking real and that just ain’t you,
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| I’m up on a pill for killing the pro dudes
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| And niggas know my religion is true, hard chose.
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| Perfume niggas, calm so you kill us,
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| But niggas is gased up, it’s time to burp you, niggas.
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| See, every day is a weekend, we spend money on a strong pack
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| And niggas is week can.
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| Catch me on one, two, five in the way thames,
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| Gucci hoodie on, look like a troll, let’s rock him.
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| I’m a dry hair, rocking with a bare head,
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| A form college part with a false type of game sell.
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| Smoke cool Gs, back to back, aisle to aisle,
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| You need clientele just so you can rock bale,
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| Yeah, used to trap by a school zone,
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| 80 aisle ahead, crack in the school club,
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| Gather to it with my control and roof gone,
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| Catch up, you’re too far back in the gray coupon.
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| They say I’m a hool lumnus, a whole club,
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| Hello, goodbye, at least I know hoes.
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| Hello, hello, I’m mean, motherfucker,
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| Hello, hello, I’m mean, motherfucker,
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| Hello, hello, I’m mean, motherfucker,
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| I know they wanna be me, motherfucker. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drug Lord , by - 2 Chainz. Song from the album Different World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп