| Yeah
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| Got them speakers in my ride, I like to keep 'em bumpin'
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| I’m hustlin', chasin' dreams and hopes that I could become somethin'
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| I threw a party, she say Bassy, thank you, but it’s nothin'
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| Cause I had to keep it jumpin'
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| Ya a’int Blake Griffin, but I know that you be jumpin'
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| Poker face stiffin', but I know that you be bluffin'
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| No, I don’t be cuffin', all these ducks be gettin' ends
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| Rubber duck etcaeterin', and I’m the pain
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| I left to make, and can’t be ya crutch and meta…
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| Piffy lined up, fired up in the dutch
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| Of the easy lined up, wide up, six speed
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| Like clutch, the city on me, I’m clutch
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| No Worries ain’t depending on me, I’m clutched
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| Toast up my most tough at thirty thousand feet
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| Henny in hand, land, can make it out my seat, Michelin man
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| Make you grip about the street
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| Grab The D cup on the freak, played that bitch and press repeat
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| J-Walkin' thru time zones, I’m on that trip
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| Got yo piece of the pie, and you pawn that shit
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| I’m takin' all that shit until I own that sis
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| College shit get mind blown, I’m on that quick
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| She got expenses for Dixon and a nose that’s rich
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| Nothin' betta than brown dough that’s on that stick
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| A lil' hashish, shiish, baby
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| If you roll it up with some keiff
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| Super chasin paper about my lose leaf
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| Rollin papers yeah I do chief
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| Meditatin' like I’m Bruce Lee, at the Carter like I’m Tunechi
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| Riddin' thru the borough while this cutie feed me sushi
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| Salmon, avocado and an order of the cuchie
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| Charles De Gaulle To JFK
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| Brods givin up the draws like I’m JFK
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| Guess I’m flawed, that’s the roll, ain’t nobody perfect
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| Do it all just to ball and the shit is worth it
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| It’s like that now
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| Quick, fuck that let me get back
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| I’m in L.A. but my days got sand from Dubai
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| I’m getting brains all day like I’m Magna Cum Laude
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| Cause, while you boys planked I was getting more stamps
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| Now my passport shitting on your whole camp
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| Fuck ya Instagram, that monkeys do delivery, that instant gram
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| Damn, put them ones up for them ones that’s above us cause we miss them man
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| And to the niggas stuck up in the can
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| And slam a cage up in ya body put cha body up in a different plan
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| Different plain
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| Same hustle different game
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| They don’t love you if they always wanted you to stay the same
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| Slidin' through the checks, now I’m slidin' the the W with different dames
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| That’s a W nigga figure that shit is game
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| I just keep doubling figures until my niggas ain’t
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| Pedelin' pills and kaine
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| Cause in the streets, of the industry man them presidents is still the same
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| Them presidents still the same
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| I get that green back
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| I see stacks and relapse
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| Fiend Bas, I mean that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Charles De Gaulle To JFK, artist - Bas. Album song Last Winter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп