| Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit
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| Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it
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| Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it
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| You front the packs and we don’t call you back, then it’s over with
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| Mama saying boy why y’all playing in that water
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| Got granny what y’all doing with my
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| Bigger sister saying y’all lil boy look suspicious
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| Got mama saying what y’all doing with my dishes
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| Twelve came through and we had for the fishes
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| Got locked up in school, we ain’t worried 'bout detention
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| Heard mama walking through the 'partments with a tool
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| Whoadie mama said I know y’all boys ain’t been to school
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| Hit the D-mall like a motherfucking school
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| Yeah we shoot but we in the pool shooting pool
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| rushed the card I have to call the fucking check ball
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| If swag was a plane I’m finna motherfucking take off
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| Watch me shake the fake off, watch me shake the fake off
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| I am on so much green I can play golf
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| Kush pack and the rubber band and a digi scale
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| And a zip lock, residue all in my fingernails
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| Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit
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| Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it
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| Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it
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| You front the packs and we don’t call you back, then it’s over with
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| Selling bags, zip locks, six Glocks, twenty scales
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| Sick spot, fuck my car you should see what my bitch got
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| If you ain’t get no money my nigga then you can’t hang at this spot
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| Nigga wanna play then okay somebody get shot
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| Rollies for the whole team, urine full of codeine
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| Pounds on the Sunbeam, baby bottles with more lean
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| I’m young and dumb and I ain’t got no patience
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| I’m 'bout to pull up at the trap and see what’s shaking
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| I bought me fifty he front me fifty, I thought 'bout taking it
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| My nigga told me don’t do it so I went paid the man
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| I let your bitch come to me and then told her get away from here
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| Strong packs and calculators, ain’t nothing but a pint in that refrigerator
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| Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit
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| Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it
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| Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it
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| You front the packs and we don’t call you back, then it’s over with |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Starter Kit (feat. Young Dolph) , by - 2 Chainz. Song from the album Trapavelli Tre', in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп