| Verse 1
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| Man, check this out
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| This a four four
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| I don’t care and I don’t know
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| Man, Repo is lookin' for you on a car note
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| I hit the freeway, lap top, speedway
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| Don’t ask my bout a bitch, I probably sold her on Ebay
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| My problem, the Jordans with the red bottoms
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| Or the Hennessy that come in the black bottle
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| Wing stop
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| Man, lemon pepper ranch style
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| Yeah I owe you money but I’m not paying back now
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| Scroll up, who got something to roll up?
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| Blaze the lie, in the car, Nicky Panama
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| I think I run a mile
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| I’m gonna run amok
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| I’m going downtown
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| To get my numbers up
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| I gotta crack the bottle
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| It’s dark as Sleep Hollow
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| And the weed’s the same color as a avacado
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| I like the Benz model, the 550S
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| I like to spend cash
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| I never make it stretch
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| I’m such an addict
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| Paypa is a bad habit
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| Man, I’m such a gimme gimme
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| Man, I’m such a gotta have it
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| All cabbage, no salad, no spinach
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| I like the ones that stay up
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| And get it til' it’s finished
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| I do a brain tease
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| Something like a brain freeze
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| Cuz I gotta keep so cold
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| Until you know it bring cheese
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| Get with it
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| Or get lost real quick
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| And I’m never callin' back
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| Blazin' ?? |
| in the whip
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| Hook:
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| I’m a go go getter y’all (so cold)
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| That ayo, like ayo (I'm so cold, nigga)
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| I’m a go go getter y’all
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| That ayo, like ayo (go getta)
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| Delic!
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| Verse 2
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| Kickin' back with Nicky
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| Tales of these boss niggas
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| Rockin' with these mob figgas
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| Couple, ya’ll some go gettas
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| Everybody we know hear us
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| Banged up and head splittas
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| Hearing stories from real killas
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| On the block with dope dealers
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| When we sell that crinach
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| But now a nigga in that
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| Go and get this scrinach (scratch)
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| Moving up the trinach
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| Smoking on that alpaca
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| Yo where them hoes at?
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| It’s third world not your world
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| Delic man I am that
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| All I here is do do do
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| In the hood it’s do do do
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| With the programs and the government plans
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| They fuckin' me off, I’m gettin' my loot
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| But I will shoot, in my suit
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| Creased up and cuffed up
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| In a bow tie but a sucka try
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| And he will get fucked up
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| Woulda got up in my cut
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| Hennessy not syrup
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| I love sipping that cognac
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| With hella weed ta burn up
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| Man, I stay so turnt up
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| In the club, we turnt up
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| I’m balling like I’m Kaepernick
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| With the whole click if you run up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alpha , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album Andre Nickatina, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп