| Squat made the beat
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| Go Grizz!
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| Winner’s circle
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| I be paranoid, I gotta keep one in the head
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| I got like 30 on me, this killtec right in the bag
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| I got dirty money, I love it even though this shit is bad
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| I can’t let none of these diamonds get into my head
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| And all my friends locked up, got caught up in the feds
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| And all my sins washed up, yeah free my nigga Ced
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| I be close to sayin' shit I ain’t supposed to say
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| Sometimes I wanna go ghost, I might go MIA
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| Still screaming free the fam, they comin' home now
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| All this ice up on my neck, I got a cold now
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| How you real, you can’t even walk through your hometown
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| I’m barely home now, 30 on the road now
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| All these millions like the Zoe Pound
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| Pussy boy you get no love, you gets no pound
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| Stand 10 toes down
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| My shooters lowdown
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| Racks came four down
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| My niggas kickin' your door down
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| We ain’t gon' punt on the fourth down
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| We don’t know how we want more now
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| Roll me your blunt, I got more pound
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| Straight from the junk, we on now
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| Swear no more going broke now
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| Might do a show in your town
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| Wait 'til I bring that Ghost out
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| I’m on them skates, no Roll Bounce
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| I be paranoid, I gotta keep one in the head
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| I got like 30 on me, this killtec right in the bag
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| I got dirty money, I love it even though this shit is bad
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| I can’t let none of these diamonds get into my head
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| And all my friends locked up, got caught up in the feds
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| And all my sins washed up, yeah free my nigga Ced
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| I be close to sayin' shit I ain’t supposed to say
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| Sometimes I wanna go ghost, I might go MIA
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| I might go MIA, bitches all up in my face
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| I don’t go nowhere without my brothers, nigga that’s my gang
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| And all the hoes been in my space, just gettin' in the way
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| I got like 30 on my fingers what more can I say
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| And I got 30 on my fingers what more can I say, please
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| I got niggas on the block that shoot from deep like KD
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| Every night they sellin' white, but please don’t call 'em Shady
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| I got too much on a fight so please don’t try to play me
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| I got too much on a fight so please don’t try to play me
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| I got a Beam for the look, already got good aimin'
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| I got a team full of crooks, ain’t really gotta look crazy
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| I put beans in the cup, yeah but that’s my baby
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| I be paranoid, I gotta keep one in the head
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| I got like 30 on me, this killtec right in the bag
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| I got dirty money, I love it even though this shit is bad
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| I can’t let none of these diamonds get into my head
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| And all my friends locked up, got caught up in the feds
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| And all my sins washed up, yeah free my nigga Ced
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| I be close to sayin' shit I ain’t supposed to say
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| Sometimes I wanna go ghost, I might go MIA
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| I might go MIA
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| I might go MIA
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| MIA
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| I might go MIA |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song MIA , by - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Song from the album International Artist, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп