| This water on me got my neck froze
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| Coupe with the suicide doors
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| And I love all of my hoes
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| Yeah, I love all of my hoes, ayy
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| She cookin' breakfast with no clothes
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| I’m some' like a pimp, that’s for sure
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| I spend it and go get some more
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| Yeah, I spend it and go get some more
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| Bitch better have my money, bitch better have my money
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| Bitch better have my money
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| In somethin' foreign going 200, I might go shopping in London
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| I spend it and go get some more
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| Yeah, I spend it and go get some more
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| Spent some more money, beat another case
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| Riding down eleven like Scarface
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| Sixty thousand dollar tuxedo
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| These bitches just love a nigga’s lingo
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| Little bitty nigga with a real big ego
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| Three bank accounts with a whole lot of zeros
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| Lil nigga I’m Michael, you Tito
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| I dress like I been selling kilos
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| I put my side bitch in a Benz
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| Just so she can flex on her friends
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| I used to sell dope out my mama’s house
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| Then had all the money at grandma’s house
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| I go on Rodeo, fuck up a check
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| Smokin' blunts and eating percocets
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| Still with them niggas I came up with
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| I can never ever trust a bitch
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| Addition and multiplication
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| We runnin' this money up daily
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| Smashing Instagram sensations
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| For bullshit I got no patience
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| I jump out, I jump out, I jump out
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| The back of the Phantom rockin' all this ice
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| I want it, I want it, I want it
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| I get it, I don’t give a fuck what the price
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| Water on my neck got me froze
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| Coupe got the suicide doors, yeah
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| Ain’t savin' these hoes, yeah
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| No I ain’t savin' these hoes
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| She cookin' breakfast with no clothes, yeah
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| I’m somethin' like a pimp, that’s for sure, yeah
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| Spend it and go get some more, yeah
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| Spend it and go get some more
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| Bitch better have my money, bitch better have my money
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| Bitch better have my money
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| In somethin' foreign going 200, I might go shopping in London
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| I spend it and go get some more
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| Yeah, I spend it and go get some more
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| This rap shit too easy, my left wrist too freezy
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| She butt naked in the kitchen cookin' breakfast, eggs over easy
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| I’m the king but I don’t play for Cleveland
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| I’m feeling just like the weed man
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| When he got the hundred keys in
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| So strong, can’t breathe in
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| Bitch better have my guala
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| Looking like I sell narcota
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| Ballin' like I hit the lotto
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| And the devil still wears Prada, it’s Gucci
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| Money over hoes my motto
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| How you bad but you don’t swallow
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| If I front you my product
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| Then you better have my dollars, Gucci
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| Scratch front like I’m Pimp C
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| Big hustle like Nipsey
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| Blue Benz, my crip B
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| 12 sitting on Forgis
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| And your wife she choosing
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| Better get a divorce then
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| I want to buy charges not forcement
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| She wish she had an abortion
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| Water on my neck got me froze
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| Coupe got the suicide doors, yeah
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| Ain’t savin' these hoes, yeah
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| No I ain’t savin' these hoes
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| She cookin' breakfast with no clothes, yeah
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| I’m somethin' like a pimp, that’s for sure, yeah
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| Spend it and go get some more, yeah
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| Spend it and go get some more
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| Bitch better have my money, bitch better have my money
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| Bitch better have my money
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| In somethin' foreign going 200, I might go shopping in London
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| I spend it and go get some more
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| Yeah, I spend it and go get some more
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| Thank god for my mama not using a condom
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| Wear Dolce Gabannas like they are pajamas
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| It’s deuce gadanas, I hang with the hunters
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| And runners and killers and dealers, one hundred
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| Every year I buy a new vehicle
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| Throw the girl out like a flea flicker
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| I don’t even dodge them cheap liquors
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| I got so high I tried to eat people
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| Jewelry on drippin' like a sea creature
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| Money so tall I don’t see people
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| Weed so loud, can’t keep secret
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| Y’all been plottin', I been peepin'
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| Y’all been talkin', I been thinkin'
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| I been growin', y’all been shrinkin'
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| Big diamond on my lil pinky
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| Too much sauce, I done started leaking
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| I got more bars than precincts
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| I got more cars than Reese’s, uh uh
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| I got more heart than niggas
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| Put that on God my nigga, uh uh
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| Ain’t tryna starve my nigga
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| They tryna scar a nigga
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| I told 'em nah my nigga
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| I’m the godfather nigga
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| Make me Brett Favre a nigga
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| This water on me got my neck froze
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| Coupe with the suicide doors
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| And I love all of my hoes
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| Yeah, I love all of my hoes, ayy
|
| She cookin' breakfast with no clothes
|
| I’m some' like a pimp, that’s for sure
|
| I spend it and go get some more
|
| Yeah, I spend it and go get some more
|
| Bitch better have my money, bitch better have my money
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| Bitch better have my money
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| In somethin' foreign going 200, I might go shopping in London
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| I spend it and go get some more
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| Yeah, I spend it and go get some more |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Go Get Sum Mo , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Thinking Out Loud, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп