| Got so much cake
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| Damn I sold so much weight
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| I’m in bed with two girls that’ll go both ways
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| Cold days in the summer time
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| They got me heated
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| Got me looking up at Jesus like «God I don’t need this»
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| Why the suckers try to be us
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| It’s the mob
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| I’ll leave that pussy bleeding
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| On the ground barely breathing
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| Its drought season time to pay way more
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| I love it because i make way more
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| Grade A Pure
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| For my nose
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| Got my face all froze
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| Its twelve o’clock and got three cakes sold
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| And this game’s old
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| But this money is great
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| He got killed right in front of his place
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| Right in front of his kids
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| What a way to go
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| But the shooter got caught because his neighbors told
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| Two lives gone over money; |
| that’s sad
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| Damn I hate it when it gets this bad
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| Cheaa uhh uhh
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| Cheaaa
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| I pop up with the top down
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| Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds
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| Cheaa life of a rock star
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| My ice bright like the lights on the cop car
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| Block stock broker
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| Checking on the stock sections
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| My money longer than your intestines
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| We move blow at a fast pace
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| Come up short on the dough and get the gashed face
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| I got so much dope
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| Damn i sold so much dope
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| In the kitchen cooking so much coke
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| Like that’s all i know
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| Light the kush up
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| Pour that fo'
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| Life’s a bitch
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| But i’m on that hoe
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| I get on that road
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| Outfit four days old
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| Wrap 'em up
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| And in four days sold
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| This the life i chose
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| I know its wrong but that’s how shit goes
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| So I’m thugging it til I get old
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| Close knit clique
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| Every nigga with me play his role
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| Niggas know they position
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| All focused on one mission
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| Any nigga go against this
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| Then that nine clickin'
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| This here is an army
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| Front line
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| Momma always said life was hard
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| And I need to get right with God
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| But I feel I’m out here hustling for a righteous cause
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| It’s fucked up in this life evolved
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| Cheaa uhh uhh
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| Cheaaa
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| I pop up with the top down
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| Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds
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| Cheaa life of a rock star
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| My ice bright like the lights on the cop car
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| Block stock broker
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| Checking on the stock sections
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| My money longer than your intestines
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| We move blow at a fast pace
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| Come up short on the dough and get the gashed face
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| I got so much cash
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| Damn I’m moving so much hash
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| Four pounds in a duffle bag
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| Now you do the math
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| Plus i got so much grass
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| Fuck the white girl I’m moving the black
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| Now who fucking with that
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| D boy all my life I just started rappin'
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| Fake niggas they all fold like a fucking napkin
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| One store four pots in the microwave
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| Young fifty rich bitch I’m tryna get paid
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| Ask them niggas out of town they say i got it boomin'
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| Bad bitches sending money through the Western Union
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| And I tell 'em run it in bitch I need mine
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| Because the kid all about a fucking dollar sign
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| My nigga lil blunt
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| He sending white hoes
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| While you other niggas just try to wife hoes
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| Broke all your life
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| Ain’t gon' never have nothing
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| But get up on this bitch and do a whole lot of fronting
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| Feel me nigga
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| Cheaa uhh uhh
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| Cheaaa
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| I pop up with the top down
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| Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds
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| Cheaa life of a rock star
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| My ice bright like the lights on the cop car
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| Block stock broker
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| Checking on the stock sections
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| My money longer than your intestines
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| We move blow at a fast pace
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| Come up short on the dough and get the gashed face |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Much, artist - Berner. Album song The White Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп