| Ooh, them labels been callin', I don’t do no talkin'
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| The car is a foreign, I don’t do no walkin'
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| I fucked her for hours, endurance, been joggin'
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| Ooh, I can eyeball the P, I do not need to clock it
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| The jeweler gon' bust down my chain and my watches
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| She scream when I hit her, she soundin' obnoxious (Yung Lan on the track)
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| Ooh, I love when she throw that shit back on me
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| You smell me, you know that that pack on me
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| Let’s go, you know that them racks on me
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| These niggas sweet like a cavity
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| Sticked up, you know we ain’t havin' it, ooh
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| I got top shelf in the cabinet, ooh
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| Come on, you know that them blues on me
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| Ran that shit up by my lonely
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| Most of these niggas untrustworthy
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| I go grizzly just like a Morant jersey
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| Had to cut that lil' ho off, yeah, cold turkey
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| Got the water hose on me, I start squirtin'
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| We don’t separate, might catch the wrong person
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| I don’t ride no waves, I am my own person
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| I don’t take no days off, I just keep workin'
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| Had to jump in the water, I keep surfing
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| At the Louis store shoppin', I spent ten
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| Then I walked out the mall to a new Benz
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| She just came to the crib and brought two friends
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| Used to have a traphouse on a dead end
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| Say my name in a song, they some dead men
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| Got them racks to the ceiling like 6'10″
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| Pull up inside a foreign, bae, get in
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| I’m burnin' exotic while whippin' (Yeah, come on)
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| Droppin' weight on the bench like I’m liftin', yeah
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| Red bottoms on me, no Christian (Come on)
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| I just want you and your best friend
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| Bae, I won’t be like the X-Men
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| Rather go now like your ex-man
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| Ooh, them labels been callin', I don’t do no talkin'
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| The car is a foreign, I don’t do no walkin'
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| I fucked her for hours, endurance, been joggin'
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| Ooh, I can eyeball the P, I do not need to clock it
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| The jeweler gon' bust down my chain and my watches
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| She scream when I hit her, she soundin' obnoxious
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| Ooh, I love when she throw that shit back on me
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| You smell me, you know that that pack on me
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| Let’s go, you know that them racks on me
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| These niggas sweet like a cavity
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| Sticked up, you know we ain’t havin' it, ooh
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| I got top shelf in the cabinet, ooh
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| Come on, you know that them blues on me
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| Ran that shit up by my lonely |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Talking , by - Money Man. Song from the album Epidemic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп