| My daddy told me «Boy, you been the illest»
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| I told her baby keep the card, swipe for incidentals
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| My shit paid in full, ace boogy ya’ll like rent us
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| Ay word out on the streets I been the boy, I’m independent
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| Five hundred thousand sold, I’m goin' gold, Master P shit
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| Really thinking platinum, y’all on some weak shit
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| Call me what you want, I’m whatever that you see fit
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| Posing off on Instagram but really you ain’t seen shit
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| Dropped Customized Greatly I was before my time
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| Volume 3 popped, they said this lil nigga gon' shine
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| Life Changes came, that’s when I hopped up off a Porsche
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| Momma need a crib, my brother Corey want a fort
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| City showed me love and Mac ha, run it
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| Just turned 21 but I’m countin' old hundreds
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| They see them bottles coming and them hoes get to running
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| Some my niggas hoop, some my niggas slangin' onions
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| You can check my whip game
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| You can check my flip game
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| You can check my wrist game
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| You can check my chick game
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| Nothing but a G thang
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| '93 man
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| Yeah I got my stripes cause I done come up out the streets
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| Got it off that street fame
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| My nigga told me the other day there ain’t no time to play
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| The big homie told me to get money all kind of ways
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| 2Kin' all day, I run a lot of plays
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| I read the bible, got honored, I
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| That’s on me, you fuck with me then I’m a go hard
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| Ttryna make a hundred mil, I can’t doze off
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| I do the shit to cop the Rolly for all my dogs
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| Fuck em all, they send it all off the catalog
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| Yeah, they say I’m getting hot
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| Wait, they say we blowing up the spot
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| They wonder who just copped that new drop
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| Young nigga pull it fresh up off the lot
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| I see a lot of boys coming for my spot
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| They tryna pull me down and make it to the top
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| Champagne on the plane, let it pop
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| If you asking who the realest, you not
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| You can check my whip game
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| You can check my flip game
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| You can check my wrist game
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| You can check my chick game
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| Nothing but a G thang
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| '93 man
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| Yeah I got my stripes cause I done come up out the streets
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| Got it off that street fame
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| (Got it off that street fame)
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| Street fame, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred
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| Straight cash
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| Ride around the city on
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| All hustling no talking, we got the ciyt locked
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| I dance all in that pussy, I make her milly rock
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| Two milli for the dealy I do the diddy bop
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| Come out to my city, I show you who really hot
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| All night at the we go so crazy
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| Baby girl bomb, she got hoes hating
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| I need a hundred bad I got no patience
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| Pull up in that foreign, she going no waiting
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| Street fame, yeah
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| Yeah come with my shorty
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| We ain’t bout to waste no time, we bout to get it in real quick like this,
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| ya dig?
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| Yeah uh, yeah uh, ok, yeah, uh huh, aw man, yeah
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| Young Veggies nigga
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| (Zombie on the track)
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| Organic |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Fame , by - Casey Veggies. Song from the album Customized Greatly Vol. 4: The Return of The Boy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп