| Yeah, I’m in the city, where your hoes at?
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| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that
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| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback
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| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that
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| Woo, I’m in the city, where your hoes at?
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| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that
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| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback
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| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that
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| I’m in the city, where your hoes at? |
| (Where your hoes at?)
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| They in my motherfuckin' room with the Kodak (The Kodak)
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| Posin', chosen, sittin' like they frozen (Uh huh)
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| Pussy wide open, gonna keep it open for the squad (Woo)
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| This how we do it, bitch, we go in hard
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| Makin' money, let no motherfuckin' ho break us apart
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| If a nigga try to play me like a dummy then I spark
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| I ain’t talkin' with that reefer, nigga, talkin' 'bout that creeper, nigga
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| Talkin' 'bout that price, my nigga, pull it off my dresser, nigga
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| Twenty-five light-its on my dresser, dresser, yes, sir
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| Twenty-five niggas look like flexus, priceless (Uh huh)
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| Sittin' in my hand, I’m like Dexter, yes, sir
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| Twenty-five bitches over twenty-five
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| Suckin' on my dick and it’s over nine inches, listen
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| Everything bigger like a Texan
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| B-B-G, respect that, we only get them checks up, yes, sir
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| Bogish
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| Woo, I’m in the city, where your hoes at?
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| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that
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| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback
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| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that
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| Woo, I’m in the city, where your hoes at?
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| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that
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| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback
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| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that
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| Time when the shit go down and we weigh that, we don’t count that
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| Them blues, they come around it and they take that, then they out fast
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| Onions or a steak, it’s like the outback, outback
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| But I’m never gonna move, no way, hell nah, 'cause Emilio is just 'bout cash
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| And I got a Dominican chick, she just want a visa, that immigrant shit
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| But I never be givin' her nada, I swear that I never be givin' her shit
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| But lately I’m gettin' so busy I swear that I barely be givin' her dick
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| In a minute she’s hoppin' and trippin' and I’m gettin' rid of her privileges
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| Uh, yeah, ayy, ain’t nobody fuckin' with me
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| I gotta go get me a million, if Soulja Boy did it, how tough could it be?
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| I roll with a couple of killers, a couple of bankers, a couple of freaks
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| Lookin' back on the days I was younger, awake from the hunger of nothin' to eat
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| Damn, I told my mother I ain’t never goin' broke again
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| These bitches open now, they soakin' they fallopeans
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| These motherfuckers playin' games with the hopes they win
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| Huh, who let these motherfuckers in? |
| I’m sayin'
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| I’m in the city, where your hoes at?
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| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that
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| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback
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| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that
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| Woo, I’m in the city, where your hoes at?
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| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that
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| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback
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| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that
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| Drop a rack on her fuckin' head
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| A rack (Rack, rack), just drop a rack on her fuckin' head
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| Count it out and all hundreds on her fuckin' head
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| Drop a rack on the floor, watch her fuckin' dance
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| Woo, drop a rack on her fuckin' head
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| A rack (Rack, rack), just drop a rack on her fuckin' head
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| Drop it out and all hundreds on her fuckin' head
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| Drop a rack on the floor, watch her fuckin' dance
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| Woo, the bread circulatin' like ceilin' fans
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| We toastin' for the fact that we ain’t gotta kill again
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| How I’m actin', smackin' niggas with Benjamins
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| Overreactin' with Jacksons, whack 'em and kill again
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| Fuck the pen, I don’t even pen my lyrics, friend
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| I do this shit once again, from begin to end
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| We paper chasin', fuckin' hoes, we freaks like Damascus
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| Designer hoes doin' grimy shit in fancy places
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| Pimpin', I’m in the city, where your hoes at?
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| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that
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| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback
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| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that
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| Woo, I’m in the city, where your hoes at?
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| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that
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| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback
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| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A-Rod (feat. Emilio Rojas), artist - Cashis. Album song The County Hound 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп