| Them cups keep callin and it’s costin me a bank
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| We mud sippers every day, we po' up a paint
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| Leanin hard on the 'vard, doin what you cain’t
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| Ain’t another nigga fresher, Louis' out the dressers
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| I’m foreign with the compressor molest a beat, like I’m Chester
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| Nawfside flow wrecker, twelve years and goin (goin)
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| Green still growin, chain and rang still glowin
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| Nawfside flow wrecker, twelve years and goin (goin)
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| Green still growin, chain and rang still glowin
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| Nawfside flow wrecker, twelve years and goin (goin)
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| Green still growin, chain and rang still glowin
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| Showin boys how to hustle, it’s time to boss up
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| Ten karat charm’ll make you put your cross up
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| Po' it down, pop trunks around, I’m comin down in them foreigns
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| Purple label, Ralph Lauren, now with Big K.R.I.T. |
| we tourin (we gone)
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| So throwed when I’m on the road, you know I like to party
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| I’ve been drinkin drank since you was drankin 40's
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| Been thuggin; |
| cain’t nobody tell me nuttin
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| I been a grown man since I had to start hustlin with
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| I got a pint full of purple I’ma cruuuuise in it
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| Get it? |
| Huggin on them corners like a fitted
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| Sippin on that batch that got me itchin
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| Rollin up that stank got me lookin fake busy
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| Shoutout to my city — I’m all about the H
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| Like the Hermez on her waist, lil' momma know my taste
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| She been tryin zip her case, I just really need an eighth
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| I remember payin fifteen dollars for an ace
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| Now that shit is out of rate, make my homey send a package out of state
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| On the sneak shit, I’m waitin on the mailman as we speak
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| Me and Charley sippin early, got me goin straight to sleep
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| It’s ironic we in dreams try to do this every week
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| Lil J with me (yeah) couple straight 50's (yeah)
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| 20's on the bottom, we can clean up baby bodda
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| In a hour get’cha shorty, I bet she bein naughty
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| I’m 'bout to make her chill and po' it for me
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| Codeine conniseur, cup money like a sewer
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| 20 ounce Vanilla Cream, mix it with a four
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| I done muddied every single soda in the store
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| I’ve been drankin for 50 days straight like it’s a tour
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| Sip until I snore, wake up and sip some more
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| Straight to the medulla I don’t measure I just pour
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| Dody in the cabinet and some Swishers in the drawer
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| And my maid come tomorrow you can ash it on the floor
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| I be leanin like a see-saw, throwed like Clayton Kershaw
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| Smokin on that Brian Cushing and I’m 'bout as high as a tree top
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| Best get out my Reeboks, shrink to fit with a free knot
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| I got my kicks a month ago, you gettin yours on restock
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| My Rolex don’t tick tock, my date just is mint condition
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| My AP is A-1, your oowop got a diamond missin'
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| Fuck the haters and fuck the system, all day on a hustle mission
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| My eyes low, impaired vision, and did I mention I’m sippin on that drank |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swimming Pool Flow , by - Boss Hogg OutlawzSong from the album Slim Thug Thursday, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп