| See, I’ve been down, so I know shit
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| Came up on that broke shit
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| Whippin' up, tryna get a buck
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| All my homies making that coke flip
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| Now, I ride in that ghost, bitch
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| Diamonds shining on both wrists
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| Blow a hundred quick, I ain’t frontin' shit
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| Still got beef with my old bitch
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| Ride around with my top down
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| Extended clip hold a hundred rounds
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| Came up from the bottom, for real
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| Never thought I’d see a hundred thou'
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| Now, I sit back let the money pile
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| Just got a call for a hundred pounds
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| Times was hard, but I grind with god
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| And the money just won’t stop comin' now
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| From eights, quarters and half ounces
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| Dirty couches in the trap houses
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| In a big grow, got half a mountain
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| And I had a great year, just a bad accountant
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| Tax money, bad bitches, flextime, my bag different
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| Drop top, new foreign, big bus, I’m with Snoop touring
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| Late nights, early flights, no sleep, crazy life
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| Why you worried about me? |
| 'Cause your paper light
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| Talking like that we don’t take it light
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| I crack a white bar before I take a flight
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| I’m too hard headed, I don’t take advice
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| If I want it, I’mma' get it, yeah, name the price
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| Dick so good, I think it changed her life
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| Them late flights and them long nights and them long trips on the road
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| That money come and it go, that money come and it go
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| I lose it all and get it back 'cause this hustle’s all that I know
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| That money come and it go, that money come and it go
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| You dealin' with a hustler baby
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| That money come and it go, that money come and it go
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| You dealin' with a hustler baby
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| That money come and it go, that money come and it go
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| See I’ve been down so I know shit
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| A hundred pack on that road trip
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| Break bread with the whole clique
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| I ain’t never been on that ho shit
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| Roll the weed then I ride out
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| This street life I die about
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| 'Till my time out, I’m going hard and really live what I rhyme 'bout
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| Trappin' the action, money and hoes it all comes and go
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| I rap with a passion, look at my life
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| The money and fame ain’t worth the pain
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| I’m trapped in the madness
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| Loyalty to my whole team 'till is die is all that I know
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| The same ones since day one 'cause that money come and it go
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| My mouth piece on ice cold
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| New watch, do a light show
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| I don’t trust no man, nah, he might fold
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| Take trips up top with a blindfold
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| All hundred dollar bills
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| So on, let me tell you how it feels
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| It feels like it’s not real
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| Shit, we had a blast 'till he got killed
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| I’m on burner phones drinking purple jones
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| Won’t leave the spot till the work is gone
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| 5 am and I’m getting dome
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| Don Julio, we don’t sip Patron
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| Stack up quick, we don’t live for long
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| I was on a good one when we made this song
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| My only fear in life is to die alone
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| Another long night, I’m tryna' make it home
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| Them late flights and them long nights and them long trips on the road
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| That money come and it go, that money come and it go
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| I lose it all and get it back 'cause this hustle’s all that I know
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| That money come and it go, that money come and it go
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| You dealin' with a hustler baby
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| That money come and it go, that money come and it go
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| You dealin' with a hustler baby
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| That money come and it go, that money come and it go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dealin , by - Berner. Song from the album Sleepwalking, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп