| Fat nigga ridin' in the Wraith
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| Pockets on a fat bitch weight
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| Got a house built on the lake
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| Four Cartier bracelets, I’m straight
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| Sixty racks when you add it all up
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| Try to rob, I put you on a plate
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| No shrimps, I only eat steak
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| Fat boy stay fresh every day
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| Head to toe, I stay in designer
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| All the chains like I hit a gold mine
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| Goyard filled with ten pounds
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| No luggage when I’m goin' out of town
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| Buy the mall when the jet hit land
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| Got your bitch and she down with the plan
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| Tell her put the birds in her pocketbook
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| Let the bitch bring 'em back to the A
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| Birds comin' in from San Francisco
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| Dogfood comin' in from LA
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| Fat boy, probably 'lone in Peachtree
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| I’m in Aventador, ridin' down Peach Street
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| That’s a half a million dollars, feds watchin' me
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| Switch the wheels up, just like Big Meech
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| Turned up Magic City on the same day
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| Got three hoes man, who go both ways
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| Feed them percocet, fat boy stayin' loaded
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| Keep extendo and that bitch stay loaded
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| Try to rob, then I’m gonna have to unload it
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| Rockin' cargo jeans, all pockets full
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| 'Nother whip, nothin' but Freebandz in 'em
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| When you gettin' bricks in, gotta go in 'em
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| When you buy a Rollie, gotta bust it down
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| Sippin' mud just to slow shit down
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| Fat nigga ridin' in the Wraith
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| Pockets on a fat bitch weight
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| Got a house built on the lake
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| Four Cartier bracelets, I’m straight
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| Sixty racks when you add it all up
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| Try to rob, I put you on a plate
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| No shrimps, I only eat steak
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| Fat boy stay fresh every day
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| Twelve go T motherfucker
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| Geeked off perc motherfucker
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| Money real long motherfucker
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| Bitches on my line, I’ma fuck her
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| Fuck the bitch one time, fuck her
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| Got pounds on the roads, I stuffed 'em
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| Plug tryna play somethin', nigga took 'em
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| Back door, I hit 'em with a triple cross
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| Fat boy sweat harder than Rick Ross
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| Diamonds hittin' like woo, good lord
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| Bitch jumpin' on my dick like trampoline
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| Pour an eight up, pour it up with the team
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| If it ain’t raw then we don’t drink lean
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| Been gettin' money since like thirteen
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| Kirkwood, rep that heart of the hood
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| 260 right away so I’m eatin' good
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| Fat nigga ridin' in the Wraith
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| Pockets on a fat bitch weight
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| Got a house built on the lake
|
| Four Cartier bracelets, I’m straight
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| Sixty racks when you add it all up
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| Try to rob, I put you on a plate
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| No shrimps, I only eat steak
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| Fat boy stay fresh every day
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| Head to toe, I stay in designer
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| All the chains like I hit a gold mine
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| Goyard filled with ten pounds
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| No luggage when I’m goin' out of town
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| Buy the mall when the jet hit land
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| Got your bitch and she down with the plan
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| Tell her put the birds in her pocketbook
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| Let the bitch bring 'em back to the A |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wraith , by - Casino. Song from the album Disrespectful, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп