| Yeah
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| Ayy, they say they need that real shit back though
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| Storch, what up? |
| It’s the Mafia (Dolla, dolla, yeah, uh)
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| Black Bag Bandits
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| Yeah
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| We smoke til we’re numb and we worship the sun
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| This year I pulled four tons and moved every one
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| We don’t play the blame game when this shit go wrong
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| All my trucks are insured, this the real life mob
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| I’m with the Vietnamese, we trade work for some handguns
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| Jewish lawyers on retainer if the man comes
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| The feds pulled me off the plane, it wasn’t random
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| I stay away from the iPhone and Samsung
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| Remember Rico and them cats out in Chico
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| With the Cali-o-pheno and the root beer Regal?
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| Nah, not Tone from Mendocino
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| But the cat with the packs, I like the cold Pellegrino
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| He’s a snitch, toes buried him in Mississippi
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| And burned all his clothes, lose his teeth in the city
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| My whole team gets busy and Greed rules everything around me, really (Really)
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| This a motherfuckin' cartel
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| God blessed me and I played my cards well
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| Fuck a shark, big killer whale, dipped in water, caught a wave, free Biggavel
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| Greed rules everything around me
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| Yeah, greed rules everything around me
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| I said greed rules everything around me
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| Greed rules everything around me
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| Dolla, dolla
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| You see that pack ain’t show up, your man might fold up
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| And you was outside and saw the van when it rolled up
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| We had the south in our hands, wait, hold up
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| The 2×4 behind the door ain’t hold up
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| Best friends burn bridges
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| And workin' with your fam just really bad for business
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| Don’t get caught up with the cut and the bitches
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| It’s lonely in the cage, no one comes to visit (No one comes to visit), no one
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| Greed rules everything around me
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| Trust don’t get left in the dust with the losers and the schmucks
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| We into livin' plush plus everything deluxe
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| I got a bussdown Philipe for me, winnin' is a must
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| Six trucks in Atlanta on ice
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| In July I raise the price, got the game from Mr. Nice (R-I-P)
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| Harlem Nights, H-Town where you at?
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| Put Gelato on the map, left town and brought it back
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| Make an M and throw it in the ground
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| Then I pull a handful out the pound
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| We the kings of the underground
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| That’s why I don’t leave the house without a hundred rounds
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| Greed rules everything around me
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| Yeah, greed rules everything around me
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| Dolla, dolla
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| Yeah, greed rules everything around me
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| Yeah, greed rules everything around me
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| I said greed rules everything around me
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| Greed rules everything around me
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| Dolla, dolla, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G.R.E.E.D., artist - Berner. Album song The Big Pescado, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп