| Still on the block, I still work, feel incredible
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| I got my foot on the gas when I’m pushin' the pedal (Go Grizz)
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| I’m on the block where you gotta keep that heavy metal
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| I’m in this shit forever, ayy
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| I get on FaceTime, just to see my thots
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| With me, you wastin' time, baby, don’t even buy that watch
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| It’s love still, though they love to question my heart
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| Blue bandana, bang the wheelchair like the parking lot (Ayy)
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| I do the dash in a mothafuckin' Jag
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| Gotta skrrt off, it can’t fit in the parking lot
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| They see the weakest nigga in the room
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| That be the nigga that talk a lot
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| I think that I need another one, baby girl
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| This a real nigga, one-of-one (Ayy)
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| I show legitimate love
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| This genuine love has got me livin' dangerous
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| Ayy, I even offered to pay your tuition
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| I gave you letters to sign and read over the terms and conditions (Ayy)
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| I was out seekin' for love, but the lean in my cup what I’m missin' (Ayy)
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| And I put a beam on the Glock, when I up it, I swear ain’t no missin'
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| We gon' get all of them niggas
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| Fill all them hollows in pistols, the guala gon' get you
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| Hit up their block the missiles
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| I’ll send them rastas to get ya, them shottas to get ya
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| Them robbers’ll get ya, these niggas, they know that my roster official
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| It’s a man down in the heart of the trenches
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| I’d do anything to get my dawg out the system
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| I sip codieine with a pasision, see it in my face
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| Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause I’m paid
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| Joke’s on you, two-door coupe, laughin' to the bank
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| I had to ride my own wave, I’m in a whole 'nother lane (Ayy)
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| She say I do it way better on Percocet
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| I need some sloppy toppy in the drop-top coupe (Ayy)
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| I gotta spend a check for you to fuck me and get the neck
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| Ain’t no complaints, I got racks in the bank, baby, let’s go
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| I’m there for the money, I ain’t trippin'
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| Proceed precaution, the drip drippin'
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| These niggas just hate that I bank different
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| They say that I changed, but I ain’t different
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| Ayy, load up them FNs, then hop in the Benz, I go spin on their block
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| I fuck with niggas who 'bout their issues, who gon' kill all their opps
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| I get on FaceTime, just to see my thots
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| With me, you wastin' time, baby, don’t even buy that watch
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| It’s love still, though they love to question my heart
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| Blue bandana, bang the wheelchair like the parking lot (Ayy)
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| I do the dash in a mothafuckin' Jag
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| Gotta skrrt off, it can’t fit in the parking lot
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| They see the weakest nigga in the room
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| That be the nigga that talk a lot
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| I think that I need another one, baby girl
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| This a real nigga, one-of-one (Ayy)
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| I show legitimate love
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| This genuine love has got me livin' dangerous |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Legitimate Drugz, artist - Quando Rondo. Album song QPac, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп