| It’s from my heart and my soul
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| They say my heart’s full of gold
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| I’ma brush shoulders with Hov
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| Came to take over control
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| I’ma make sure that they know
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| A nigga banned if he old
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| And I ain’t playing with no ho
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| I wrap my hand ‘round her throat
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| These niggas playin' so they broke
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| You know your man he the foe
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| You got subpoenaed, the coke
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| And fuck payin' the P. O
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| These niggas playing with the dope
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| I razor blade ‘til it broke
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| I spread the shake off the floor
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| These niggas think it’s a joke
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| You better think like you know
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| I got the K with the scope
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| I’m sippin' drank with the smoke
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| I’m dripping paint with the spokes
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| I’m top rank, so salute
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| Versace frame with the boot
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| I spent the bands on the loot
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| I got a ten with me too
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| Cartier lens and they new
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| My pockets fat as Rasputia
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| I can’t put no trust in hoes
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| I put my trust in my Ruger
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| I can’t put no trust in these niggas
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| Cause these niggas’ll fool ya
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| You niggas glorifying who got shot
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| We respectin' the shooter
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| The block hot, all the hoes out
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| I’m on the apartment step until the bomb sold out
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| This shit for the real niggas ‘round the globe
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| This shit here for real niggas down the road
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| Money over bitches, sticking to the code
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| I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes
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| All these niggas ‘round my hood sell dope
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| Better keep your falcon, anything goes
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| Paint my shit candy, Rims tripple gold
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| I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes
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| Never started out going to school with get ins
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| Used to come home, see Ken ‘nem getting it in
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| Remember came home, I seen a million on the floor
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| Remember coming home, I used to see them bricks of dope
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| Young nigga going hard, fresher than your folks
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| Better tell your mama ‘nem go get you some new clothes
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| Better tell your mama ‘nem you want some new Girbauds
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| My uncle smoking dope, my other cousin out here throwed
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| I was a young nigga tryna get it off the surface
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| Mama ‘nem was working hard, daddy was getting nervous
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| Didn’t have no hoop dreams, and damn sure wasn’t gon' join the service
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| Fuck a 9 to 5, the way it pay, that shit wasn’t working
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| This shit for the real niggas ‘round the globe
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| This shit here for real niggas down the road
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| Money over bitches, sticking to the code
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| I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes
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| All these niggas ‘round my hood sell dope
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| Better keep your falcon, anything goes
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| Bang my shit the real tripper go
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| I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song M.O.B , by - Bankroll Fresh. Song from the album Bankroll Fresh, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп