| A different city every night right
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| And they be going so insane
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| I repping for my city right, right
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| So you should be happy that I came
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| Wouldn’t believe it, if you seen it
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| I watch the skyline light up every evening
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| It’s like I’m dreaming, baby what I mean is
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| Most of y’all don’t know it
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| This my World, whoooa
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| This my World, whoooa
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| This my World, whoooa
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| I don’t worry 'bout paper I past up
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| I focus on money my hands touch
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| If that right there don’t add up
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| I gotta let you know your math sucks
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| You don’t ever talk to a calculator
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| You don’t get caught with an ounce of paper
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| Every convo is about a favour
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| Had to get a mansion without the neighbours
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| I ain’t meaning no bad chick
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| When I say they don’t have a dime
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| And I ain’t meaning no Gold watch when I say «I don’t have the time»
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| My hustle is the reason I’m known to shine
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| It’s like I’m in my own World
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| Cause these boys out here pillow talking
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| And texting all my old girls
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| You call that your homegirl
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| I call that my dome girl
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| I call that my errr,
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| I’m not home leave a message after the tone girl
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| I go to places they rap about
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| But girls only love you cause the cash you got
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| See all these hoes is chasing stars
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| Growing up to be cashtronauts
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| Can’t be mad, I asked for it
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| Living life in that airport
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| Y’all ain’t even get off the ground
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| Y’all stuck in that chair-port
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| I know they wanna see my cash short
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| But only thing I ask Lord
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| Is please don’t let me run out of nothing but pages in my passport
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| Wouldn’t believe it, if you seen it
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| I watch the skyline light up every evening
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| It’s like I’m dreaming, baby what I mean is
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| Most of y’all don’t know it
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| This my World, whoooa
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| This my World, whoooa
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| This my World, whoooa
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| Been through a lot just to get this far
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| Whip that car, grip that grain
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| Ready pipes on the lights
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| Went from broke to having things
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| Catching planes out of state
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| I got dudes to pay, I got move to make
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| Fuck the fee that they put on me
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| To keep the lights on and food on their plate
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| Hit the slab, push it to the max
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| Expensive taste, I love poppin' tags
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| Fucking hoes, I live in the lab
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| Spittin' bars that reflect my past
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| What you know 'bout sold out shows
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| The more gun shit everywhere I go
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| Putting on for the third cole
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| Sippin' lean, give a damn, what you think dat my folk
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| And nothin' else I gave them but hope
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| I think they could follow dreams of their own
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| Be successful and ride clean with the chrome
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| If it ain’t pass I’ll leave it alone
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| And who they hate and preach their Lord
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| Most niggas talk now just because
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| I’m putting my faith in the man above
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| About my bread, playa be about your’s
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| Be 'bout our’s, stay on course
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| I make my mark everywhere I go
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| I speak that trill everytime I flow
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| I get my own, cause it’s all I know
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| That’s all I show so when I toast to the life I live
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| I’m taking off like a laser beam
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| Rather not wake, rather get my cake up
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| While I’m out here living the dream
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| This is my world!
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| Wouldn’t believe it, if you seen it
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| I watch the skyline light up every evening
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| It’s like I’m dreaming, baby what I mean is
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| Most of y’all don’t know
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| This my World, whoooa
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| This my World, whoooa
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| This my World, whoooa
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| A different city in the night life
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| And they be going so insane
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| I repping for my city right, right
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| So you should be happy that I came
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| She say she want to spend the night right
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| And I don’t even know her name
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| (Don't even know your name)
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| They sit and watch me as I fly high
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| And she wanna be my Lois Lane
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| Fresh off the plane, straight to the Rover
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| I can’t complain, tip for the chauffer
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| When I hit my room, it’s over
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| Floor that I’m on, high as a toca
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| Funny thing is this girl is sober
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| But she gon be drunk when she hit the sofa
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| You stay the night if you acting right
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| The views that we looking at that’s a sight
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| You really be living that rapper life
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| It they ain’t made it where I’m at than they ain’t rapping right
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| She me and KRIT got dough appetites
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| You couldn’t see us if with a flashing light
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| You could die, than come back to life
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| You still couldn’t see us in the after life
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| And you know…
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| Wouldn’t believe it, if you seen it
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| I watch the skyline light up every evening
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| It’s like I’m dreaming, baby what I mean is
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| Most of y’all don’t know
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| This my World, whoooa
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| This my World, whoooa
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| This my World, whoooa
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| (It's like I’m dreaming, It’s like I’m dreaming)
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| This my World, whoooa
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| Dollar to my name, quarter in my jeans
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| Million dollar vision now I’m living out my dreams
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| This my World, this my world
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| I had a dollar to my name, quarter in my jeans
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| Million dollar vision now I’m living out my dreams
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| This my World, this my world
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| This my World, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This My World (feat. Big Krit) , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Major Pain 1.5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп