| Where we at?
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| Blockworks
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| Two-way, deuce, siete
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| Big Creature
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| Let’s get it
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| I’m on a different type of time, whole hood call me Mr. 10:08
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| Lay it out on the table, twist it down, then take it to the plate
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| Turn that bag around, then hop right back on the interstate
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| In and out of town, switchin' up more than my rental plates
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| When they wore two hundred eighty-eight eight-balls
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| In layman’s terms, with the thirty-six by twenty-eight
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| OG knew I was cool, back when I was yay tall
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| Dumpin' off all these blues, it look like a nigga play ball
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| From pitchin' base, I’m the one these niggas imitate
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| Can teach a class on how to beat the glass, let me demonstrate
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| Just had a blowout sale, it’s time to liquidate
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| The coke numbin' my tongue, I got expensive taste
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| The G5 come with a fifth wheel like Elimidate
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| It’s concrete 'til they free all my guys behind them prison gates
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| Was flippin' cakes while y’all niggas was playin' pencil breaks
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| My main concern was waitin' for my turn, not what this brick’ll take
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| Cuz hit me, said he found a line on some good work
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| What it’s taken, I had to find out what it took first
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| 'Fore I can hand you this brick, learn how to cook first
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| I always worked my damn wrist, and had some fancy footwork
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| Fancy footwork
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| I always worked my damn wrist and had some fancy footwork
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| Fancy footwork
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| Tap dancin' all on them bricks, I got foot work
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| Yo, yo
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| I used to put in mad work when only one nigga would ride for me
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| I would’ve died for niggas, but only Mom Dukes would’ve died for me
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| I used to tote the thirty, now I got the big four-five with me (Big four-five)
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| They doubted me bad and I made 'em eat they apologies (Hahaha)
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| Just make sure you tell 'em I’m rich when you acknowledge me (Tell 'em I’m rich)
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| Shit, I really been that nigga, in all honesty, uh (Keep it a buck)
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| I switch whips as the climate change (Skrrt)
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| I keep a lil' bad bitch with good credit that look beyond the fame (She look
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| beyond the fame)
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| I used to cook dope in Prada frames (Word)
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| My bro taught me the game at an early age and let me just dominate
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| That’s how we operate, I want the money, not the fame (Keep that)
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| On the block, we used to sell cocaine (We used to sell cocaine)
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| I want the money and the finer things (And the finer things, want the finer
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| things)
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| Rich, so we sip champagne (Rich, baby)
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| You can’t find my shit up in the store 'cause it’s sold out (Uh)
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| You can’t find your bitch, you know we bring the hoes out (Where's your bitch?)
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| I heard he told, man, he took the ho route (Took the ho route)
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| We don’t go 'bout (Go 'bout that)
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| We don’t know 'bout (What you know 'bout this nigga, man?)
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| I want the money, not the fame (Keep that)
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| On the block, we used to sell cocaine (We used to sell cocaine)
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| Why’d you move here?
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| I dealt with unions, back in Detroit
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| And politicians
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| There was a bit of trouble
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| Came here, for the magic dragon
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| What kind of trouble?
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| I killed Jimmy Hoffa
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| Hahahahahahaha, hahahaha, ha
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| Ah, fuck! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cartier , by - BOLDY JAMES. Song from the album The Versace Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп