| Izze the producer
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| Oh yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Ha ha
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| Honorary member
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| I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
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| Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
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| Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
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| Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)
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| I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
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| Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
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| Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
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| Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)
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| I heard you beefin', ain’t nobody got shot yet?
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| Four hundred thousand dollar coupe parked in the projects
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| A half a million dollar wardrobe in the closet
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| Only nigga in the city 488 'Rari
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| I wen’t from sellin' bales to sellin' out shows, nigga
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| Who cut the lights on? |
| Got all my ice on
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| Fuck a record deal, fuck a co-sign
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| I signed to the plug, nigga, back in oh-five (aye)
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| Made a quarter million sellin' dope in North Memphis
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| Made a whole ticket, nigga, just in South Memphis
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| Remember all the bad bitches stay in East Memphis
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| But I think my black haven bitch was the thickest (for real)
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| But I swear my California bitch was the littest
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| I just flew a bad bitch in from Philly
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| She said she just wanna fuck and go to Wet Willies
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| I just had a smoke session in the back of the Bentley (hey, give me a lighter)
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| I might send twenty to your doorstep for Christmas (Merry Christmas)
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| They don’t want us to ball, they want us in prison (damn)
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| I spent a bankroll in the mall every time that I visit
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| I’m on tour 'cross the country, bunch of skreet niggas with me
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| Them niggas rappin' them fake gangsta stories in the way
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| I can show you how to get eighty pounds in one day
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| They can teach you how to hate, I’mma show you how to get paid
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| I put 20K dirty money in the collection plate
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| Aye, nine-hundred bands in my old-school Chevrolet (yeah)
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| Racks on top of racks, everyday I elevate (yeah)
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| Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (say what?)
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| Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (whoo)
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| God keep blessin' me, so everyday I meditate (thank you)
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| Them bitches, I don’t trust 'em, tell a hater I say «fuck 'em»
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| Aye, aye, I be fresh as fuck when you see me donnin'
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| Tell the truth fuck nigga, you wanna be me donnin'
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| Doin' donuts in a coupe that costs a house (skrr)
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| Aye, be quiet, you can’t hear 'em, smokin' loud
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| This lil' bad bitch with me poppin' perkies
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| I say «What that is?», she say «That's a thirty»
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| I woke up this mornin' in a penthouse
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| Turnin' down bad bitches, I’m the shit now
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| I’m geeked up, Facebook
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| Twenty Glocks, three carbons, eight Dracos
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| At the stash house stackin' money like it’s Legos
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| Smokin' big blunts, rubber bandin' pesos
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| She mad at me just because I never text her back (damn)
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| She just want me to come over and kill her from the back (back)
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| I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
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| Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
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| Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
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| Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)
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| I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
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| Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
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| Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
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| Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baller Alert , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Gelato, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп