| I just want what’s mine
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| You understand that, right?
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| Cool, we shouldn’t have no problems then
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| Griselda
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| Look, woo
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| Rapped a year in Trues, stack and making moves
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| My young niggas tossing caps like they just graduated school
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| Look, you put a little in the stash and play it cool
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| There’s only one rule, the niggas with the cash make the rules
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| You know us, bag full of grips and ammo
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| Plugged in with immigrants who sell bricks and sandals
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| It’s a difference from risk and gambles
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| I do this for the 5 foot chandelier over the big piano
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| Shooters all in red, they do it all for bread
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| Brought me back your hat, they said they blew it off your head
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| Cuffed to a killer, green uniform and dreads
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| Only way to get free now is chewing off your leg
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| I sat with the kings, and ate with the peasants
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| 5'9, slept in a cell 8 by 11
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| It’s not one thing 'bout my name you can question
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| It ain’t really much you can say 'bout a legend
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| Think about it, 18, by that age I’m a felon
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| My name in the paper «Crime Wave» was the headings
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| They ain’t give us leverage
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| We got sports, entertainment, and stretching
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| I’m just workin' on my aim with this weapon
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| What you tryna cop? |
| You can buy it here
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| We got a spot, so the dope fiends can try it here
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| Uh, Versace shirt with the lion head
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| It’s my brick, so when the pie split, I get the lion’s share
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| Uh, I turned a half into one (Into one, one)
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| Then heard the money counter run (I heard the money counter run)
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| Uh, ashes falling off the blunt (Off the blunt)
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| While the money counter run (While the money counter run)
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| Yeah, we just wanna have fun (We having fun)
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| And hear the money counter run (I heard the money counter run)
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| Yeah, I’m in the middle of the slums (I'm in the hood)
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| Letting the money counter run (Letting the money counter run)
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| Yo, they say I’m guilty by association
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| Niggas got open cases and coke for acres
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| New York Giants, Oakland Raiders
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| Niggas unload the banger, empty in broad day, to show they faces
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| Pictures of Black Jesus hanging on the wall
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| Do not disturb sign hanging on the door
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| You ain’t ever buy a gun and shave the numbers off
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| And had the strip so hot, made you take the summer off
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| When I pull up, I’m only with hoes and shooters
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| Play cloth fit, Versaces with the gold medusa
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| The speculation beneath me, ain’t no assuming
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| My reputation precedes me, I owed them rumors
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| Gold bottle of Ace, and a half of sour
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| Flew her here just to fuck me for a half an hour
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| Fuck school, I couldn’t sit up in that class for hours
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| Needed cash in the spot where I could stash the powder
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| Left the 9, took the 40 'cause the blast was louder
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| I heard your shit ghost-writ' that take the passion out it
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| Only bitches with ass allowed in, you can ask about us
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| The watch face got glass around it, uh
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| Bad Spanish broad named KK
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| Stars in the roof that’s the Wraith way
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| Used to sell a G-pack before a day break
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| Don’t ever fuck around with us, that’s the safe way
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| Uh, I turned a half into one (Into one, one)
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| Then heard the money counter run (I heard the money counter run)
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| Uh, ashes falling off the blunt (Off the blunt)
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| While the money counter run (While the money counter run)
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| Yeah, we just wanna have fun (We having fun)
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| And hear the money counter run (I heard the money counter run)
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| Yeah, I’m in the middle of the slums (I'm in the hood)
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| Letting the money counter run (Letting the money counter run) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rick, artist - Benny the Butcher. Album song Tana Talk 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп