| Aye, ridin' with my bitches
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| And we ride on fours hundred killas on a mission
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| Pop you like some chicken any bitch can get this issue
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| Youngest bitches flexin', shoot your sister up she was steady sneak dissin'
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| Aye, ridin' with my bitches
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| And we ride on fours hundred killas on a mission
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| Pop you like some chicken any bitch can get this issue
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| Youngest bitches flexin', shoot your sister up she was steady sneak dissin'
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| Ten thousand pills on a nigga and I’m swiping shit
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| Selling these jars like it’s Maybeline
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| Play with your kids, don’t play with me
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| Lost my brother to the chain gang like it’s slavery
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| Catching shells to the chest acting bravery
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| All killers on the rise, thanks to the agency
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| Your mans got dropped, yeah on social media
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| Steady wanna beef with us, man y’all know who did it
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| Shut up stupid slut, you heard that money counting
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| Broke bitch probably never seen a hundred thousand
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| Word around town I got knocked out
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| Bitch knock it off I was counting money, noddin' off
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| Aye, all them motherfucking rumors
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| Aye, man, y’all niggas ain’t no shooters
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| All that tough talk nigga put it right to bed
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| Last nigga dissed Lonnie that nigga dead
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| Yeah, bitch I’m the shit I ain’t takin' no loss
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| Who the fuck you think you talkin' to? |
| Bow down to a boss
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| You know who got the sauce
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| Shoot you in your shit ever get caught
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| Settin' plays back to back, don’t try to run you gettin' mossed
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| Hundred racks, bustin' rappers like a set up bitch
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| I ain’t sick I just keep me a cup of that activist
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| My niggas at your mommas house, you ain’t gotta slip
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| Spoil myself with foreign shit 'cuz I know how I get
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| You don’t wanna take it there bitch 'cuz I don’t play fair
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| Stay in your lane we ain’t the same stay your ass over there
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| 'Cuz if you come around I’mma show you how that chopper sound
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| Slide down on your side of town, leave your body on the ground
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| First off, fuck you and the clique you claim
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| Aye, man you bitches so lame
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| Tell me what I took, bitch you never had fame
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| Walk in, make it rain, yeah bitch you know the name
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| Aye, any bitch sneak dissing I’mma do a whole clip
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| Young and reckless, keep some clips with me
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| Got my grip, homie I be shitting on ‘em
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| Bitch you steady wanna beef with me
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| When all you got is a air mattress
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| Broke hoes, y’all so average
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| Foreign car, living lavish
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| But I’m still savage getting money like it’s cabbage
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| Smoking Backwoods
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| I go Hollywood, treat me like I’m Hollyhood
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| She don’t want no problems
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| Cuban Doll wish a bitch would
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| Keep like three poles for a opp hoe
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| Shoot that nigga while he looking out the peephole
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| Broke hoes, yeah we peep those
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| Aye, come and get this bitch she a freak hoe
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| Nigga groupie though
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| With my Haitians woes
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| Money, power, techs and guns
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| Rugers fun, shoot a niggas block and watch you goofies run
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| Aye, gang in this bitch, known for taking shit
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| Free my brother, niggas snitches, caught ‘em ratting like a bitch
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| Aye, ridin' with my bitches
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| And we ride on fours hundred killas on a mission
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| Pop you like some chicken any bitch can get this issue
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| Got these bitches flexin', shoot your sister up she was steady sneak dissin'
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| Aye, ridin' with my bitches
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| And we ride on fours hundred killas on a mission
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| Pop you like some chicken any bitch can get this issue
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| Got these bitches flexin', shoot your sister up she was steady sneak dissin'
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| Opp bitch! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On a Mision , by - ASIAN DOLL. Song from the album Project Princess, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп