| Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas
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| Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures
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| Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue
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| Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings
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| I fucked your WCW
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| And I swear I don’t love her
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| Fucked her on top of the covers
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| Know I had to use a rubber
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| Diamonds on me and they’re custom
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| Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em
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| I got more rhymes than Busta
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| I had the grind, had the hustle
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| Now I got muscle
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| Thugger, he poured up a four, I said gimme a shot
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| Came from the bottom, went straight to the top
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| Went through the struggle, I came from the block
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| Now I’m on top, a young nigga got guap
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| I’ma keep goin' and I’m never gon' stop
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| Rockin' the stage and we sellin' 'em out
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| We out the street, how the fuck we gon' fly?
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| Book you a show, it gon' cost a whole block
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| Caught tryna rob and you’re gonna get popped
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| Know you heard 'bout me sendin' them shots
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| These niggas, they hatin', they watch and they plot
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| Got mine out the mud and it came out the pot
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| Flyin' on in, I don’t fuck with no thots
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| Don’t have to show 'em cause they know what we got
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| This is our year, you know we on fire
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| YSL shit, bitch you know what we 'bout
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| Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas
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| Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures
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| Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue
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| Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings
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| I fucked your WCW
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| And I swear I don’t love her
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| Fucked her on top of the covers
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| Know I had to use a rubber
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| Diamonds on me and they’re custom
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| Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em
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| I got more rhymes than Busta
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| I had the grind, had the hustle
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| Now I got muscle
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| If you play, I’ma bust 'em
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| And my diamonds so brazy
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| They go crazy, they’re custom
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| I’ma stay big like a buzzer
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| Put that check on your head like a Muslim
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| Fuck her real good like I love her
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| Fuck her real good like no other
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| Tee top ridin' in a drop, nigga stop, shop
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| AKs fillin' up the spots, nigga, black ops
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| Serve a lot, mothafuck the cops, nigga what you got?
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| Red beams cover your whole body like the chicken pox
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| I’ma make her ride inside my ride
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| She my main bitch? |
| Oh yeah she lied, she my side
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| And I got more karats than a bunny, Clyde
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| No transmission, bitch, I’m never slippin', slide
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| You dig that?
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| Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas
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| Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures
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| Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue
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| Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings
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| I fucked your WCW
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| And I swear I don’t love her
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| Fucked her on top of the covers
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| Know I had to use a rubber
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| Diamonds on me and they’re custom
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| Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em
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| I got more rhymes than Busta
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| I had the grind, had the hustle
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| Cut
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| Trappin' out the dresser
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| Had them hoes in the SUV and Sprinter bus
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| Bitch say that they got in on a perc then we can’t touch her
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| God pop that A3333 'fore I bust her
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| When I slang that mothafucka
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| Cut
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| Remember me from that trap shit?
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| When I was knee high with a 3−5
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| Expensive denim and exotic leather
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| Nigga I ain’t ever wore Levi
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| One hunnid, we solid
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| Real nigga forever, gon' be there regardless
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| You don’t ever break the code, nigga
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| And never go against your partner for no ho, that’s some fuck shit
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| They were teachin' pimpin', now we’re masterin' the subject
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| They say the early bird get it, fuck who ain’t up yet
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| Fuck is you mean? |
| Fuck nigga you lookin' for me?
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| I be
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| Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas
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| Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures
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| Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue
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| Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings
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| I fucked your WCW
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| And I swear I don’t love her
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| Fucked her on top of the covers
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| Know I had to use a rubber
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| Diamonds on me and they’re custom
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| Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em
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| I got more rhymes than Busta
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| I had the grind, had the hustle |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song WCW , by - Bankroll Mafia. Song from the album Bankroll Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп