| In the streets I’m peepin game
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| I cant trust you, no no
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| All up in my biness mayne
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| I stay on the low low
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| Say they really really fake
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| Cant mess wit you no more
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| Closest people to you hate
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| So I be rolling solo
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| I’m creeping on the low low
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| Creepin on the low low
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| Creepin on the low low
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| I be rolling, I be rolling solo
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| I’m creeping on the low
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| Creepin on the low low
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| Creepin on the low low
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| I be rolling, I be rolling solo
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| I’m creeping on the low
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| More money yeah more problems
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| What biggy said it look like it true
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| Used to be my homeboy
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| But now I’m payed so they tryna sue
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| My garage got jaguars
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| My garage look like a zoo
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| Middle finger up for the haters
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| Hope the hater here isn’t you
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| Super cool, that’s real cool
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| You can feel like you gotta friend
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| But I ain’t trusting my money counter
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| And that’s the reason I count again
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| You saw the forbes (yeah)
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| I’m suspicious
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| Thinking everybody wanna take my riches
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| Cant take my money out my account
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| Cos my bank teller get motion sickness
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| Back and forth, b-back and forth
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| From in the streets or right back in court
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| Candy car built like a tank
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| And my crib built like a fort
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| Lets go to war
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| I ain’t George bush
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| I promise ya’ll I’m gonna be prepared
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| Cos I ain’t trusting my weapon either
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| And that’s the reason I keep a spare
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| I ain’t hanging with none of ya’ll
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| OutKast like three thou
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| Win the Grammy thing
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| Guard the family
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| And all of you gonna leave out
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| If you don’t like it then peace out
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| Look around and I see doubt
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| I been known to get to the presidents
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| Like barack is on speed dial
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| Yeah its all about me now
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| Don’t want ya and don’t need ya
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| You don’t grind and get to the money
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| And you ain’t hungry I wont feed ya
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| I ain’t hanging with no hater
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| No faker
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| No diva
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| I knew it big and they say they did
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| And tryna take my credit like stole visa
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| If its lonely at the top (top)
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| Id rather be alone
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| Cos the closest people to ya
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| The ones who gonna do ya wrong
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| Backstabbing me for a broad
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| I promise that I will lose no sleep
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| Cos jenny crank can be your freak
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| But my bank account gonna stay obese
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| I be, creeping lower than low
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| Light another blunt I’m smoking the dro
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| Choking, locking, never provoke him
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| And a drunk will get popped and ill open the do
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| Lungs full of smoke
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| That means slower than slow
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| Feel like I’m trapped and theres nowhere to go
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| So i, just pull out the bazooka (blah)
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| Put a fucking hole in the flo'
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| Luda! |
| I’m so dope with the flow
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| Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla ??
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| How much would a wood chuck chuck
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| If a wood chuck could chuck wood
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| Gripping on the wheel
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| Turn it turn it
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| Blow another stack
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| I earned it earned it
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| Blow another ??
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| Pull another tram
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| Light another blunt
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| Burn it burn it
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| Flame it up
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| Hear my flow, I changed it up
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| Everybody grab your gats
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| And hold em, load, sock em, lock em, cock em
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| And aim it up
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| Bang it up
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| Off in the sky
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| Catch me rolling off in the ride
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| 26 inches
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| Leave em defenceless
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| 45 always tucked in the side
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| Open your eyes
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| See me cruising
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| Cos I keep winning and these boys keep losing
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| Plus I’m, the pimp of the year
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| Players is hating and hos is choosing
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| Look at all the hos you losing
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| Then look at all the game I got
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| And you can catch me creeping on the low low
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| Luda riding solo, beating the block! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Solo Break , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Mixtape Messiah 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп