| Gotta stay packing if you think I’m lacking
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| Might not never, just come and see
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| Don’t give me a reason to squeeze, my nigga
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| Know I got the juice like a Sunny D
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| If I do it for you and you do it for me
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| Let’s just ride 'til the wheels fall off
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| If you do it for me, I’m gon' do it for you
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| If I don’t, cut my ten toes off, yeah
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| And I’m getting paid for real, for real
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| Just ride the wave
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| Most of my niggas do pills still
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| Try to tell them to stay away
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| I just hope you feel me, my nigga
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| Forget all the money and all the fame
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| This is the real me, my nigga
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| I swear to God, this shit will never change
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| If there was a problem with me
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| Then you never heard about it, it wasn’t ever me
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| Niggas be wildin' nowadays
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| Shootin' shit up just to get them a MVP
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| I ain’t fuckin' around this time
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| That’s word to my mother, that’s word to Melody
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| And if it go down this time, I’m ready
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| I put that on everything, word to me
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| (Yeah)
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| I’m ready, my nigga, I put that on everything
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| I’m ready, my nigga, I’m like yeah, yeah (Yeah), look
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| I’m a certain nigga, curve a bitch for actin' different
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| Know I prefer baddies only, real specific
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| She prefers only Birkin purses, I know, yeah (Yeah)
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| And saying whatever in person
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| And doing whatever in person
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| Ain’t gotta be perfect, baby
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| Just don’t pull up looking like whatever in person
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| I am not an internet person
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| I really wear hoodies in person
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| Yeah
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| And we ain’t got mob ties, but we really gotta move like the mob (Yeah)
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| And if I ain’t have long johns on, put the .22 in my sock (Yeah)
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| And if I get rode on, I’ma spin the block two hundred times
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| And my niggas got told on, FaceTime in V12 from the time
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| And I know shit get real nowadays, yeah, shit get litty
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| Lamborghini, black and blue, looking like the new TRON in my city
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| Like I’m Jimmy
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| And I don’t wanna see the ending, baby, I’m still having fun with the beginning
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| And all my day ones with me, and I’m still real, yeah
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| Still hangin' 'round niggas that used to go five, five with me
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| Like a half an hour, 30 on me just in case they want my time to stop ticking
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| Richard Mille 'bout a half a million, coulda bought a house, my nigga
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| Me and my girl just finished arguing, I don’t wanna take no pictures
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| Don’t think I’m crazy, baby
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| 'Cause I go crazy 'bout you
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| Keep a .380 with me
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| That shotty’ll rock your body
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| I don’t need no stylist, stop it (Stop)
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| Just in case they pocket watching
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| I pulled up with a pocket rocket
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| I can make you famous 'bout it
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| Fly ass nigga, I Saint Laurent it
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| These niggas be broke
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| They don’t want no beef, they don’t want no Johnny Rockets
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| I don’t need no lease, gettin' money OD
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| Anything I drive, I buy it
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| Skeleton AP or the Patek Philippe
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| What’s next? |
| I haven’t decided
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| Gotta stay packing if you think I’m lacking
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| Might not never, just come and see
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| Don’t give me a reason to squeeze, my nigga
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| Know I got the juice like a Sunny D
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| If I do it for you, then just do it for me
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| Let’s just ride 'til the wheels fall off
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| If you do it for me, I’m gon' do it for you
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| And if I don’t, cut my ten toes off |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Till The Wheels Fall Off , by - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Song from the album Artist 2.0, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп