| Who banging gangsters
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| Coming and balling to a scene near you
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| You know what to do
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| When you banging in the house all the girls come around
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| Drink what you want, smoke trees by the
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| No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down
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| And the niggas we fuck with they run their town
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| Look I’m shinin' mothafucka what you heard is real, just signed a new deal just
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| got some new skrill
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| I ain' gone' lie to get your boy whole bunch of meals and enough upfront just
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| to make a nigga feel
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| Like a made man and robbing when he know both tips cop two cars at a time and
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| pimp both ribs
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| I ain’t new to this, see I been pushin' double laws and my wheels' been
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| matching the same colors as my cars
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| And I’ve been a nigga with rubber bands on my cabbage and when they come a'
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| huffin' I’m a straight fuckin' savage
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| Mack 10 nigga and I’m never ever average, tip top of the food-chain and
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| everything
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| It ain’t shit homie I stay ballin' forth throttle, fucking top models and
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| popping yellow bottles
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| And I shut the city down when I pull my cars out and every club we hit tonight
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| When you banging in the house all the girls come around
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| Drink what you want, smoke trees by the
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| No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down, and the niggas we fuck with
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| they run their town
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| If you ain’t heard it by now you should and every yellow, also the thuggest
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| chick off the block
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| I’m fly precious but ready to box, fresh tix, yeah the homie’s a cop,
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| cause ass hits pressing niggas to flop
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| Believe it or not, real speak threw up a lot where gangs clicks and cross that
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| fly
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| Gimme my props, I’m in this show, you niggas need no sex just to feel this raw
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| Me and my, get em' girls so getcha' girls, so get your girl before we get em'
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| pearls then we bust this horseshit, tell the world
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| Gimme a truck cause I’m worth 8 mill', she ill, also boy you know this chick
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| got skills
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| Baby girl don’t get restless, several test’ess, it’s a gangsta hood entities
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| from priestess
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| Miss K, puddy down with Mack mason baby, with the paper trail who bangin' pay
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| them later.
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| When you banging in the house all the girls come around
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| Drink what you want, smoke trees by the
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| No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down, and the niggas we fuck with
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| they run their town
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| I hit the club, fucked up in a red top lambo, cranberry vodka got me clowning
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| on the dancefloor
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| Two step it, don’t throw no elbows! |
| L. A fit it white T, khakis and high-top
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| shell toes
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| Fold the stacks. |
| So all the bitches get nice, krank that a few, but lift the
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| club with baddest
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| She wanted a boss, so she chose a whole bang-up, future holo-famous, who Delena,
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| who can faint her
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| Dollar signs Soprano, fly as a sparrow, baby’s mind on my money and her eyes on
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| my vessle
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| Try’na dig me like a shovel who banging on another level, this is for my
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| king-pin niggas ballin' in the ghetto
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| Keys up and keys make the world go around, we throw a whole, yea that’ll shut
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| the shit down
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| We rich bitch! |
| and it ain’t disappear, with some certified ballers we’re gaming
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| for real
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| When you banging in the house all the girls come around
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| Drink what you want, smoke trees by the
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| No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down, and the niggas we fuck with
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| they run their town |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song By The Bar (Feat. Kanary Diamond & Wanted (Skoop Delena & Young Soprano)) , by - Mack 10. Song from the album Hustla's Handbook, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп