| FRESH
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| Coming through shinnin' on them pussy’s
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| Keep that lama on me nigga
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| Get money on them pussy’s (so fresh)
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| Shinin' all the time, my ice be bubblin'
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| Gucci to the maid and them hoes (so fresh)
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| Got the candy on the seat
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| The belt and the package nigga under the heat (so fresh)
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| So the time be the time
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| So a must a nigga shine so we stay up on the grind
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| Yea its big money talk, see I got it from the big nigga
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| From the lil nigga to the field nigga
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| nigga want the whole blow
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| So we put the game down nigga and got it under control
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| Disrespect the G code, fuck that, we know
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| How them pussy niggas just act up and go home
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| Yeah, see, I seen it first hand
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| But I still look like a man nigga did it with the gun in my hand
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| Fresh, whether, get it any weather
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| Rain or snow, we shinin' for the cheddar
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| Money in the lama, how we ride when we grindin' on 'em
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| Birds keep flying while these niggas keep hatin' on 'em
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| Yeah, that’s why they come up so short
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| Like caught the new sport, tell me this ain’t pussy
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| Find me in another town doin' like it’s my town
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| 5 star G homie anywhere I leave my crown
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| Burnin' with a few bitches
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| May know about the riches
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| Boss hog new nigga that’s a whale to these new fishes
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| So we chill at the hotel
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| 5 star Baby flame and she know me well
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| And that’s just my thing
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| Goin' straight to the bank
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| And how we work that thing
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| You know the game bring money over bitches and bitches over money
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| Them hoes chasin' so a nigga keep runnin'
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| Back to my saddle homie
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| Mils and pounds on him
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| Uptown crown, see the number above the digits?
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| See we live above the heights
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| Do it under the lights
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| We do it so bright (so bright)
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| Like picked tomato, ripe picked tomato
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| Make your head a tomato BITCH
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| Landed on my island again, jet black helicopter
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| Know I got that other chopper, that’s how I’m flyin' homie
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| Hittin' them switches on 'em
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| Complete a mission on 'em
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| One of a kind, sky high, that’s how we gettin' it on 'em
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| Got the money though, trade the bird bag
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| Gucci and bag, Louie and Fendi bag
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| You know we trippin' when we tear the whole mall down
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| It’s big money homie, this is how we shut it down
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| Yeah, nigga we sip to dip
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| Dip on this money while we chase and flip
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| Higher than high life, that’s just another sight
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| Put it in your life, that’s just another flight
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| Yeah, got a car on full
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| Mashed the whole gas, nigga get it till your good
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| See, I play it for the hood
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| Got it out the hood and a nigga ain’t full |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Interlude - "The Old Man" #1 , by - Birdman. Song from the album 5 * Stunna, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп