| Ramy, oh my god, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah
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| Prolific Beats
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| Glizzock
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| LilJu made this beat
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| You dig? |
| Ayy
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| Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig? |
| Yeah
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| I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah
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| Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah
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| I’m on a paper route, yeah, bitch you know the business
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| Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh
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| Diamonds glistenin', baby said I’m hittin', huh
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| Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention? |
| Uh (What?)
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| I remember I ain’t have a pot to piss in
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| Now I whip a big Benz, Benjamin’s my best friend (Yeah)
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| I be fresh as fuck, yeah, they be like, «Who dressed him?» |
| (The fuck?)
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| Bitch I’m young and reckless, backend bought some weapons
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| And another necklace (Ice, ice), I just keep on flexin'
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| Countin' up my blessings, got another check in (Okay)
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| I just left from Texas and put some white baguettes in (Ah)
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| Don’t smoke unleaded, exotic make my head spin (Yeah)
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| I’m a livin' legend (Yeah), more money than your daddy (Yeah)
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| Yup, keep them big bucks
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| Diamond jumpin', double dutch
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| Ballin', smokin' on some musk
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| Ride my wave, bitch, buckle up
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| Tennis chains playin' tug-of-war
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| Feel might get a double R (Yeah)
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| Nigga, I want one just because (Yeah yeah yeah)
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| You dig? |
| Ayy
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| Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig? |
| Yeah
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| I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah
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| Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah
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| I’m on a paper route, yeah, bitch you know the business
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| Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh
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| Diamonds glistenin', baby said I’m hittin', huh
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| Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention? |
| Uh (What?)
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| I remember I ain’t have a pot to piss in (Uh-uh)
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| Lightin' up like Christmas (Lightin' up)
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| Spend racks at the dentist (Racks)
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| Now my bitch is bitchin', she said she wants some titties (Bitch, bitch)
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| I’m makin' bread, Jiffy (Yeah), whole gang gettin' it (Got it)
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| Auntie said I’m gifted (Yup), yeah, I’m on a mission (Yeah)
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| Pull up, skrrt, drift it, bitch don’t tempt me (Ho)
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| Hop up in this AMG, I’m fuckin' up your lipstick (Yeah yeah)
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| I just made a quick flip right there at the Quick Trip
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| Pulled up on somethin' real thick, she like, «You got real drip»
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| Drip, drip, in the drop
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| Put my guac over thots (Guac), Mister Kill-the-Parking-Lot (Mister)
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| In my camouflage car, blowin' dope, fuck a bar
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| Codeine baby, bye-bye, goddamn, I be high as fuck (Yeah)
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| You dig? |
| Ayy
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| Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig? |
| Yeah
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| I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah
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| Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah
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| I’m on a paper route, yeah, bitch you know the business
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| Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh
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| Diamonds glistenin', baby said I’m hittin', huh
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| Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention? |
| Uh (What?)
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| I remember I ain’t have a pot to piss in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walking Ticket , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Glockoma, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп