| I want my motherfucking money, service is rendered
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| Fuck a check, return it to sender
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| Give me mine and they gonna tender
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| Mister manager, the venue is filled with capacity
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| Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me
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| Fuck me, fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions
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| Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for really
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| Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions
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| Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for really.
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| Ok, I’m trying to put it safe in the ground
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| Guess I got it deep but first I got to buy that shovel
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| Look it, we trying to leave a mark on the game
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| Guess we’ve got an album to press
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| And then we got to make that bubble
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| Okay, the hour start teen and I love my friends
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| But understand, y’all, love don’t spin
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| They wanna get in, they wanna get it in
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| Fucking for scene, they blow their duckets on a bucket of gin
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| They wanna act fucked up when it comes to couple, bust to get in
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| I ain’t got nothing to lean, you got the cup to get in
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| I’m hoping you’re tripping, know it’s the only motor for ripping
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| This constant energy is worth every penny in the price of igmission
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| I’m like on a mission, like in a pocket
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| You gotta pay the profit to witness to how he rock it
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| It’s like he’s in a rocket, his writing is like the rockets
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| Hard and you got to chop it to profit
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| You act silly, hush, puppy on my bro
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| See, I already know we can’t be trusted on the low
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| Can feel it in my bones when he stuck me on the show
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| That’s why every time I callin' in me duck me on the phone
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| And what we ought to know, they keep me in the dark about
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| Knew the game was shady when I started out
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| Mama told me baby, just be smart about your biz'
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| Don’t forget about your kid while you’re carving out your needs
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| The part about that is the industry’s offended
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| When I made your labels dusted by a fucking independent
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| Strange music, dude, fuck if you believe in it
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| Don’t know what I have to do or what it took for me to get it
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| No matter what they believe, when they look
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| They see an image not the person underneath
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| They must took me for a gimmick, they push me to my limits
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| They coming out their faces, these motherfuckers
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| Run their mouths, I’m running out of patience
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| Now come about your pockets, I’m coming out the basement
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| I bet you don’t know nothing about no hundred dollar payments
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| I’m slaving over grills, determined as ever
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| Cooking the books and in the same time burning my cheddar
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| I’m at the coin start, counting this cheddar, we better stretch
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| In the company of more wealthy people I never met
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| Fuck a check, return it to sender, we getting more slaps
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| Red headed bitches for mommy and daddy work ups
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| Fuck me over for money may be consider that I’m
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| Cooking up a meal for you, buddy, pay me for dinner
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| Plus the baby sitter don’t work free, she needing chips
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| Everybody put their palm on my face for a piece of this, I’m saying
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| The car can need a Jeep, we need that bread
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| Committing suicide if they put a price on my head
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| I want every rap sin, I gotta have it like right now
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| Before the KCP and always cutting my lights out
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| I was on early gas come to put me out in the cold
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| So it’s something I can see, touch, count and then hold
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| Hold me, matter no money, know that I’ve been told
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| But how the fuck this gone out of control? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Me On the Dough , by - CES Cru. Song from the album Constant Energy Struggles, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп