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| We poppin' them bottles every time we pose and
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| Takin' planes to Atlanta where they throws them bows and
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| Pull up in Rovers baggin' the finest hos man
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| Takin' pictures with bitches in designer clothes and
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| Niggas schemin' cause everybody’s neck is froze and
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| We comin' through stuntin' fuck it bow down to no man
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| Startin' trouble for no reason we up to no good
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| Playin' the block all season nigga i’m so hood
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| Holdin' it down
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| Bringin' pounds through the ghetto
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| Baguette it down rocks colored blue and yellow
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| We ruin marriages nigga ya lady mine
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| What farmer where vests on they P-89s?
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| Clear from the cops no time for no baby crimes
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| Pushin' them drops you know the Mercedes kind
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| The most hated
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| And anticipated
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| Since N.W.A.
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| Clear the way
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| I got that trey pound with me now
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| (I got that nine with me)
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| Niggas know how I get down
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| (You want to grind with me)
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| 20 inch chrome spin
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| (Come on and shine with me)
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| Lets get that money man
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| (Lets get that money man)
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| I got that trey pound with me now
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| (I got that nine with me)
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| Niggas know how I get down
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| (You want to grind with me)
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| 20 inch chrome spin
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| (Come on and shine with me)
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| Lets get that money man
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| (Lets get that money man)
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| Whats the deal dog? |
| do a nigga got to bash your face?
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| Get your shit bust up just to pass the day
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| I pull a fifth from my hip and let it blast away
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| And then three days later watch the pastor pray
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| God forbid
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| You don’t know how hard it is
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| Me and my brother we didn’t come up like no Cosby kids
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| We got together like «Man we got to rob these kids»
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| When the last time you looked off in mama’s fridge?
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| Wheres the mask?
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| Give it up wheres the stash?
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| Yeah the dope all here but nigga wheres the cash?
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| I got ya kid
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| And he ain’t really got to live
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| Unless you got something that you really got to give
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| Thats common sense
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| And I ain’t been common since
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| I slipped up and made these same promises
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| Problem is:
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| I can’t keep them
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| And we ain’t even
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| And you get your son back when he ain’t breathing
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| I got that trey pound with me now
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| (I got that nine with me)
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| Niggas know how I get down
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| (You want to grind with me)
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| 20 inch chrome spin
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| (Come on and shine with me)
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| Lets get that money man
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| (Lets get that money man)
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| I got that trey pound with me now
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| (I got that nine with me)
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| Niggas know how I get down
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| (You want to grind with me)
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| 20 inch chrome spin
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| (Come on and shine with me)
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| Lets get that money man
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| (Lets get that money man)
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| Man fuck them other niggas
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| Cause i’m down for my niggas
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| I’m about to blaze with the Mac and spit rounds for my niggas
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| Tear down for niggas
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| Make 'em drown for my niggas
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| Fuck it I touch white and brown for my niggas
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| Get in front of a judge and twist browns for my niggas
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| The raw slow I get bricks and pounds for my niggas
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| You the sound of a nigga
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| Thats my round with a nigga
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| Juvenile sicker than beef by the pound with it nigga
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| Get ya town with it nigga
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| And it’ll be all over
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| Come in here with gorillas dog all on ya
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| L-B- T-C- 6 and we the raw soldiers
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| Black shirts, black jeans, black kicks and all Rovers
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| No seeds, no sticks, no stems all Doja
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| Tec-9, Macs and Kays all toasters
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| Sprewells, weed to blaze no roasters
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| Pull up in the parking lot with no chaueffer
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| I got that trey pound with me now
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| (I got that nine with me)
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| Niggas know how I get down
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| (You want to grind with me)
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| 20 inch chrome spin
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| (Come on and shine with me)
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| Lets get that money man
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| (Lets get that money man)
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| I got that trey pound with me now
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| (I got that nine with me)
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| Niggas know how I get down
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| (You want to grind with me)
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| 20 inch chrome spin
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| (Come on and shine with me)
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| Lets get that money man
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| (Lets get that money man)
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get That Money , by - 50 Cent. Song from the album Hollywood Homicide, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп